I have a friend named Walker. He has a very weird passion in life: wearing anachronistic military outfits in places where one would not be expected to do so. He has an extensive collection of American, British and Soviet military uniforms from the early to mid 1900s, as well as pirate gear. He wears these outfits all the time. That would be jarring enough as it is, but he is a little over 6’4", so he REALLY stands out in these uniforms when he wears them in public. The reaction is usually positive, with people of both sexes complimenting him and asking about the clothes.
However, we travel in circles of quirky bohemian hipsters, so that is kind of expected. Last night, though, we went to a party in a massive college apartment complex filled with frat-guy wannabes, where there are a thousand guys named Chad and girls named Amber, Jeep Grand Cherokees everywhere, and loud shitty radio rap blaring from every house. I wouldn’t normally go to a party like this, but I had hoped to see some old high school friends, so off we went.
I was having a decent time, reminescing with some very drunk pals, although the crowd was not my scene at all. I was stunned to see Walker burst through the door in full British East India-style officer garb. Khaki jacket with a leather belt, strap and holster, officer’s cap, jodphur breeches, and knee high leather riding boots. Everyone else in this party was wearing Hollister polo shirts or t-shirts and cargo shorts and had spiked hair. It could not have been a more epic or colossal clash of cultures and values. However, this is the kind of stuff that Walker lives for. He walked right in with a case of Bass Ale and began socializing.
People were taken aback, to say the least. Some people who knew him in high school expressed astonishment at his outfit. One guy in a Navy baseball cap jokingly saluted him (but in a friendly, not mocking, way.) But most of the people at the party merely stared at him, probably both put off by his brash disregard for their collegiate social customs, and intimidated by the idea of someone having the balls to walk into a party like that wearing such a weird outfit. He went and sat down in an anteroom to talk to some people. After a period of time, a very cocky, aggressive looking, short guy wearing a fratty button-up shirt with spiked hair came up to him. “I’m not trying to make fun of you,” he said, “but why are dressed like that? What kind of statement are you trying to make?”
Walker explained that he was simply fascinated by archaic uniforms and that he also liked the way he looked in them. The short guy then said something to the effect of that it was his right to dress however he wanted, but that it was very strange and weird. Then he said, “the problem with this group here is that it’s a fuckin’ sausage fest.”
My friend Joey took that as an insult to Walker, and was also extremely offended by the “sausage fest” comment, and stood up in front of the short guy. Joey is a little over 6’6" and the short guy could not have been more than 5’4". Joey moved right into the guy’s personal space, intimidating him. He said, “you better back off.” Joey moved even closer to the guy, who realized that he was completely outmached, and fled the scene.
The whole incident was bizarre and awkward. Joey does not usually get into it with people over stuff like that, but he was having such a bad time at the party and was so disgusted with the whole scene that he was not going to stand for any kind of disrespect (there was no doubt that the short guy was definitely being disrespectful and challenging in his tone and words.) Moreover, I have never seen such a huge clash of cultures. Walker is not a student at IU, he goes to Oberlin, and he comes from an environment where wearing weird outfits is accepted and admired. I would guess that none of the people at the party had ever had any kind of contact with someone like Walker before, and were very shaken up by his being there. It would be like a punk rocker with a mohawk walking in, but even weirder because at least punk rock is a recognizable subculture.
Anyway, I am through with the college party scene as it is conventionally understood. There is simply not enough open-mindedness, diversity, and tolerance. I’m sure I sound like an elitist snob, but I just ready to move on in my social life. This is a time for broadening my horizons, intellectually and socially. High school is over. There’s no reason to continue it in college.