Head Shaken not stirred
Back when I was in High School, we would have special dress up days at school. The family joke was that on nerd day we were well prepared---all we had to do was raid dad's closet. The styles that were so fashionable in the 60s and 70s were now perfect for nerd day.
Of course, this was because that by the 80s we were so sophisticated and looked so cool--how could those styles ever become ridiculous.
Actually, the 80s people in the clothing world had learned their lessons from the past, and knowing that styles always look strange in the future they had a secret plan. Build clothes so cheaply that they disintegrate within 10 years leaving no physical trace.
But anyway, when I was in college I was sporting the long heavy metal hair, big as you please. I was rockin' the free world. And I wasn't about to wear clothes that would look silly in the future. I had too much foresight for that. So at one point my folks bought me the pinnacle of heavy metal fashion cool---a black leather biker jacket. Of course that jacket's cool would last. It's been around since James Dean. It's timeless.
And I still stand by that. You can still buy them and now that Ramones (along with other classic bands) t-shirts are all the rage, the look has never been more classic. I still wear it on occasion, and when I have, friends of my children have given me thumbs up approval.
But when my red-head son comes up in only a t-shirt to go out in this wet and wintery type cold that we are starting to have, he would rather freeze to death in the rain than wear that jacket. He says he doesn't know where his hoodies are, but I would have to physically hold him down to get that thing on him. You would think I was trying to send him to school with a chicken on his head.
So the prize thing of cool goes unappreciated by the first born and will pass to the next in line, should he choose it when he gets big enough.
About that time is when I'm sure Robo will want one just like it. Because that's how the universe works. But it won't even fit him by then. So there.
And pull your pants up.
Of course, this was because that by the 80s we were so sophisticated and looked so cool--how could those styles ever become ridiculous.
Actually, the 80s people in the clothing world had learned their lessons from the past, and knowing that styles always look strange in the future they had a secret plan. Build clothes so cheaply that they disintegrate within 10 years leaving no physical trace.
But anyway, when I was in college I was sporting the long heavy metal hair, big as you please. I was rockin' the free world. And I wasn't about to wear clothes that would look silly in the future. I had too much foresight for that. So at one point my folks bought me the pinnacle of heavy metal fashion cool---a black leather biker jacket. Of course that jacket's cool would last. It's been around since James Dean. It's timeless.
And I still stand by that. You can still buy them and now that Ramones (along with other classic bands) t-shirts are all the rage, the look has never been more classic. I still wear it on occasion, and when I have, friends of my children have given me thumbs up approval.
But when my red-head son comes up in only a t-shirt to go out in this wet and wintery type cold that we are starting to have, he would rather freeze to death in the rain than wear that jacket. He says he doesn't know where his hoodies are, but I would have to physically hold him down to get that thing on him. You would think I was trying to send him to school with a chicken on his head.
So the prize thing of cool goes unappreciated by the first born and will pass to the next in line, should he choose it when he gets big enough.
About that time is when I'm sure Robo will want one just like it. Because that's how the universe works. But it won't even fit him by then. So there.
And pull your pants up.
posted by Will at 6:04 AM
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