I grew up in a family that just never had enough money for the cool shit. We never went hungry; and we were never in any danger (that I can recall) of losing the house or even the crappy little cars that my dad could afford. I had the stuff I needed, but there was always something I wanted that was just a little out of reach - usually clothes.
I felt a little deprived I guess, but every now and then, something floats by on the inter-toobz to remind me that missing some things - especially missing out on certain fashionably fashionable fashion trends - is going to turn out to be a really good thing later on.
Like this:
I knew guys who wore that kinda shit - to work; not just to those abysmal disco joints on the weekends. And while I can say honestly I laughed my ass off back then, I also have to be honest enough now to say that I'm really glad I didn't have the bucks to look and act just like them, cuz I can't be sure I wouldn't have done exactly that.
Peer pressure works in mysterious ways.
And it's gonna get you too, little hipster dudes. Just you wait and see.
