Historically Bad Dressing
A took a stroll through the Gap, and found one of the more welcome sights I've seen in a long time - they were selling flannel shirts. Apparently, flannel is creeping back into style, which means I will be able to pull out my college wardrobe and be cool once again.
Back in 1997, I started grad school at Marquette. On my first day of classes, I thought I'd try to immerse myself into college life once again. So I showed up on campus wearing what I thought the kids were wearing those days - big flannel shirts, Doc Martens, the whole deal. I quickly realized that I was the only one on campus that wore that stuff anymore. The early '90s had come and gone, and I looked like a fool. Instead of a student, I looked like a historical artifact from the grunge era. You could go to a museum and see me on display - right between the statues of the American Indians making corn maize and the skeleton of a pterodactyl.
"Come see the homo grungus in his natural habitat - see his perpetual look of indifference, coupled with his ironic facial hair and untucked shirts. Watch him as he condemns any music you listen to as too "corporate," and complains incessantly of his middle-class upbringing. Sadly, the homo grungus was extinct by 1994, although one was spotted on the Marquette University campus as late as 1997."
So world, here I come - just give me an excuse.