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blustockingNew rule!
If you were born in the 80’s, you can’t don that generation’s apparel, look, or style the next time it cycles back around. So shove a Lite Brite up your ass, and stick your head in my Easy-Bake Oven. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
It was amazing. I was surrounded by supremely confused new wave-emo(yes, still)-goth love children, all trying...desperately.
Maybe it’s me, getting old. Maybe it’s my hatred for youth culture and the unbelievable marketing power they’ve been given as of late. Maybe I’m an ageist. Or, maybe it’s me, getting old. But I’ve now realized, I’ve crossed over. I’ve become one of them...you know…an "adult". Apparently I’d rather be surrounded by people my age, or preferably older.
I used to dress like many of the people I saw last night, but this was in the 90’s. I used to be cute(r), and "new" and creative with my wardrobe. So maybe it’s jealousy. Could be that they make me feel inadequate or out of the loop. Or, it could be that they’re all little mop-topped douchebags with razor-cut layers, glomming onto something they were never a part of and will never truly appreciate. I was born in ’77 and I can BARELY claim growing up in the 80’s. (Because technically, I didn’t "come of age" until the early 90’s. Whatever the fuck that means.)
Seriously though, do you see us Born-In-The-70’s kids going around dressing like fucking hippies or disco queens? For the most part, no. Why? Because, well, let’s face it, the 70’s sucked. And B), it wasn’t our time. I wouldn’t even know where to begin without seeming like I was mocking someone’s memories or upbringing. And the only reason these pre-pubescent, yet sexually-active nightmares in NEW Cure shirts and bright, pink EVERYTHING are aware is because effing Teen Vogue, MTV, or Hot Topic told them it’s "cool". And goddammit, don't we all want to be cool. Look, this is Kansas, so I’m sure this fad passed a good six months ago, but when I have to hear fucking songs from mainstream radio touting the virtues of 1985 from a group of boys who are probably still in their teens, well, it makes me want to punch people in the crotch(added bonus of possibly inflicting non-breeder status).
As a side note, I was listening to some teeny twenty-something blather on the college radio station recently. She happened to mention that we need to hear more Siouxsie and The Banshees, because she "bets that 90% of the listeners don’t know who they are". I was torn. Torn between swerving my car into oncoming traffic and merely beating my head on the steering wheel. Granted, she’s probably some dim-witted Communications major and more people know Siouxsie than she realizes, still...it was a sad day.
p.s. The concert was fucking brilliant.
p.p.s. If I've offended your wee sensibilities, I really don't give a shit. I'm venting and I like it. I may not even believe half the crap I say.
p.p.p.s. I'm so happy to have finally cracked the Borders nut.
If you were born in the 80’s, you can’t don that generation’s apparel, look, or style the next time it cycles back around. So shove a Lite Brite up your ass, and stick your head in my Easy-Bake Oven. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
It was amazing. I was surrounded by supremely confused new wave-emo(yes, still)-goth love children, all trying...desperately.
Maybe it’s me, getting old. Maybe it’s my hatred for youth culture and the unbelievable marketing power they’ve been given as of late. Maybe I’m an ageist. Or, maybe it’s me, getting old. But I’ve now realized, I’ve crossed over. I’ve become one of them...you know…an "adult". Apparently I’d rather be surrounded by people my age, or preferably older.
I used to dress like many of the people I saw last night, but this was in the 90’s. I used to be cute(r), and "new" and creative with my wardrobe. So maybe it’s jealousy. Could be that they make me feel inadequate or out of the loop. Or, it could be that they’re all little mop-topped douchebags with razor-cut layers, glomming onto something they were never a part of and will never truly appreciate. I was born in ’77 and I can BARELY claim growing up in the 80’s. (Because technically, I didn’t "come of age" until the early 90’s. Whatever the fuck that means.)
Seriously though, do you see us Born-In-The-70’s kids going around dressing like fucking hippies or disco queens? For the most part, no. Why? Because, well, let’s face it, the 70’s sucked. And B), it wasn’t our time. I wouldn’t even know where to begin without seeming like I was mocking someone’s memories or upbringing. And the only reason these pre-pubescent, yet sexually-active nightmares in NEW Cure shirts and bright, pink EVERYTHING are aware is because effing Teen Vogue, MTV, or Hot Topic told them it’s "cool". And goddammit, don't we all want to be cool. Look, this is Kansas, so I’m sure this fad passed a good six months ago, but when I have to hear fucking songs from mainstream radio touting the virtues of 1985 from a group of boys who are probably still in their teens, well, it makes me want to punch people in the crotch(added bonus of possibly inflicting non-breeder status).
As a side note, I was listening to some teeny twenty-something blather on the college radio station recently. She happened to mention that we need to hear more Siouxsie and The Banshees, because she "bets that 90% of the listeners don’t know who they are". I was torn. Torn between swerving my car into oncoming traffic and merely beating my head on the steering wheel. Granted, she’s probably some dim-witted Communications major and more people know Siouxsie than she realizes, still...it was a sad day.
p.s. The concert was fucking brilliant.
p.p.s. If I've offended your wee sensibilities, I really don't give a shit. I'm venting and I like it. I may not even believe half the crap I say.
p.p.p.s. I'm so happy to have finally cracked the Borders nut.
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Date: 2004-10-28 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-28 12:29 pm (UTC)Yay for the Faint!
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Date: 2004-10-28 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-28 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-29 09:44 am (UTC)BUT HEY THAT'S JUST ME!
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Date: 2004-10-29 10:24 am (UTC)Then, then they will be shamed.
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Date: 2004-10-29 10:27 am (UTC)Thanks,
The Management.
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Date: 2004-10-29 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-29 10:29 am (UTC)New album is SUPURB.
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Date: 2004-10-29 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-29 10:31 am (UTC)But you know, we all have our "old biddy" days.
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Date: 2004-10-29 11:29 am (UTC)That's it.
Date: 2004-10-29 12:00 pm (UTC)\m/
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Date: 2004-10-29 07:40 pm (UTC)Cheers.
Ah....
Date: 2004-11-01 08:26 pm (UTC)