The City Of Cool
Ah, San Fransisco. The city of cool, the home of the hip, progressive culture. Another way to say it would be the home of the fake, the dwelling place of people devoting their lives to winning the adoration of their peers, and dropping everything that means anything to them in pursuit of all that is hip. My normal dress code more or less consists of my all-stars, a pair of dickies, and a worn out band shirt. No, this attire is not a new concept for me, it has been going on for close to a decade now I suppose, and I see no reason why I should change it. Apparently the city of San Fransisco thinks otherwise.
I have been informed by a few people recently that in order for me to hang out in the city,
I need to dress myself according to the culture of the city. What a crock of shit. I refuse to conform and be influenced by their retro 70's influenced trends, because in their efforts to be hip and different they fail to realize that by buying into this look that some people call progressive, they have become just as trendy as every other my space teenie bopper out there. So what do I think? I think the city represents the people in the world trying just a little hard to
impress others, putting on a mask every morning in the name of social acceptance. It's a shame.
I have been informed by a few people recently that in order for me to hang out in the city,
I need to dress myself according to the culture of the city. What a crock of shit. I refuse to conform and be influenced by their retro 70's influenced trends, because in their efforts to be hip and different they fail to realize that by buying into this look that some people call progressive, they have become just as trendy as every other my space teenie bopper out there. So what do I think? I think the city represents the people in the world trying just a little hard to
impress others, putting on a mask every morning in the name of social acceptance. It's a shame.