A few days ago I saw this old guy riding his bike around my neighborhood. He's the dad of a guy I went to high school with. He was riding a 10-speed and wearing a suit that indie musicians would gladly pay a lot of money for. He is over 6 feet tall and thin. He probably shops at local stores and eats whole foods, most of the time. This man is nice enough but has never been "cool." Look at him now! He's a total hipster. It only took 50 years. Everything people used to do because they were poor is totally in style now. It's weird.
I'm tired of following the trends. I finally got three pair of boot-cut jeans I like and now it's all about the skinny jeans. Talk about intimidating. In the 80s we at least had the decency to refer to them as "pegged." It's like the kids are rubbing it in our apple-shaped faces. I think I may just stick with what I like and wait for 50 years to be cool. I can live with that. What I like is eating ding dongs, rolling up my pants, having short spiky hair, and wearing frosted pink lipstick.
Maybe it seems unlikely that I will ever really be back in style but just think of it--no one would have thought being a lurpy old-bike riding guy who brown bags a tuna sandwich every day would be in style either. He just had to ride out the whole mercury thing. I expect the same with ding dongs.