Today’s Daily Prompt reminded me of a blog post I wrote a little over a year ago.
Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.
In the post that I’m referring to and that I link to below, I go into short but agonizing detail about my fashion history. Oddly enough, a couple of my friends insisted that I am now a “hipster” because I really enjoy wearing stripes, I wear glasses and my snow boots are worn on top of my jeans. When I tried to justify that as being practical, and frankly, they just won’t fit UNDER my jeans as they’re quite tall and bulky, they argued with me that it didn’t matter if it was practical. That’s what hipsters do. When I tried to explain that I’ve always worn stripes, they told me it didn’t matter, because all hipsters wear stripes. The glasses? They’re prescription and I only put them on when I really need to see. Apparently that doesn’t matter either because only hipsters wear glasses.
Then I realized it.
Clearly, I’m the O.H.
Not the O.G. (Original Gangsta, although I’m also likely that, as well)
I must be the Original Hipster as I have been doing these things before the word hipster was made up.
And also, does anyone have a clear idea as to what a hipster is? If so, PLEASE tell me, because I am very confused.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this re-blog of one of my old favorites that will take you down Fashion Faux Pas Lane. Click on the link below:
This one right here –> Stirrup Pants. That’s Right. I Wore Them.
Yes, that one. This is not the post. This is an addition to a post I already wrote. Please click on the red link above.
Oh, and apparently ONLY hipsters like good, micro brewed beer, another reason why I am apparently a hipster. I thought it was the opposite? I’m very confused.
lol.. i never liked being judged. you like myself have style. I wear what i want free of labels.. if they want to judge let them; i do not care, never have.
Nor do I. I kept agreeing saying, “Ok, then I guess I’m a hipster”, but no one could still tell me what a hipster is. Maybe THEY’RE the hipsters because it’s hip to hate hipsters 😉
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I wore stirrup pants, too! Oh, the joy I feel when I think of the eyeballs I burned.
We were an army of stirrup pants wearers. They weren’t remarkably flattering, were they? THe way they always seemed a bit too small, clinging to the bottom of our feet for dear life, invoking some sort of long balloon effect, like the balloons clowns use to make balloon animals before they become the animal.
As I wrote in the original stirrup pants post that I linked to, I think whoever brought back the styles of the 80’s should be strung up and pommelled with jellies. If you remember them…
Oh, daaaaahling, I had 12 pair of jellies.
Yeah you did…. nice.
I actually…absolute truth here…never did. What I lacked in jellies though, I made up for in hairspray.
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