Time for a short post.
I just don’t understand fashion. I have tried but frankly I don’t think I ever will.
As a kid I wore whatever I was told to wear, I didn’t complain even if I didn’t always suit the things I was being bought.
When I was a teen, and I started discovering music from decades other than the 60s and 70s (Thanks parents), I was at the height of the Emo craze. Naturally everything I thought was cool and stylish basically looked like this:
Now I am in my early 30s and I still dress like I did then. Jeans, a shirt with some sort of geeky motif, a hoodie and a pair of Vans. Throw in a pair of glasses now because I’m fairly blind, but basically the same getup.
In the meantime, Nike Slides are a thing now. As a teen if I had told my Nan I had bought a pair of flip flops for 35 quid, she’d have called me “soft in the head”.
Just reading this post back, it’s very “Old man yells at cloud”.
Sigh. Time for a lie down and bit of MCR. What’s the worst thing I could say?