Ok, so I’m sitting on a bench in front of my oh so wonderful excuse for a college, minding my own (slightly demented) business, reading bio notes about ATP, wondering if I can bottle it as an energy drink. I’m wearing jeans, a tye-dyed Grateful Dead t-shirt, some boots, and a backpack. This worthless two-bit cum guzzling gutter slut has the fucking nerve to approach me with a strange look in her eye. “Maybe she wants a cigarette” I think to myself…
Of course not! This nosy ape dildo has the fucking nerve to tell me my goddamn clothes don’t fucking match! I cannot believe that at 20 years old I am still being ostracized for the kind of clothes I wear. And of course, the bitch caught me at the ass end of the Worst Week of My Life[sup]TM[/sup].
I let her know that the fifty pounds of makeup on her face is cracking a little, and the ugly truth is starting to show through.
“Your face is showing”,I announce,“You might want to grab another few gallons of latex and reapply a new coat of pretty, you filthy whore”.
She stares at me, just wondering what she should pick at next… “How can you wear a shirt with so many holes in it, and it doesn’t even match your backpack!”
At this, I cringe, and decide that now is the time to remove myself from the situation before I take out my aggression toward the ignorant masses that make me doubt humanity on this pitiful excuse for a being.
“Shut your fucking cock-holster, you stupid whore. You are about one gene away from a fucking monkey and you have the gall to tell me I don’t match? I come to this god-forsaken shithole to learn something dammit, not to impress people whose age is higher than thier IQ. You are an idiot. You are nothing more than a pus filled boil on the ass of society, and if I had my druthers, I’d ram my foot so far up your ass you’d have to shit Timberland for three weeks to forget about me”.
She walked away, staring off in to space, playing with her hair, which I can only pray will fall out completely within a few days.
Forgive the pitiful rant, I guess you had to be there. Damn it felt good to get that off my chest. This is the second time someone has insulted my “fashion” sense at school this semester…c’est la vie
Scissors? Hell, I had a backpack (an ugly one, too) full of pens and pencils. I even have a spoon in there, now tell me the THAT wouldn’t be fun! I really was considering lighting her makeup on fire. Ah well, maybe we’ll meet again
Aack! Don’t do that to your Timberland’s! They’re good shoes!
The college I attend, while being quite well-known and respected in the region, also has its share of these, umm, “girls.” (I hesitate to refer to them as actual women; a real woman wouldn’t be so airheaded.) I think the majority of them are freshmen–they walk around with a very spaced-out expression hidden beneath several layers of cheaper-than-drugstore makeup, in clothes so short and tight that bits of them are literally drifting out in the breeze.
She must have been trying to start something. Trying to get her hoohahs off by messing with you. Sounds a bit like a bully. Also sounds like she messed with the wrong girl. I assume you are a woman as most 20 year old men dont have much fasion sense, know it and don’t care.
BTW what jeans and t-shirt combo doesn’t go together? And a backpack’s a backpack, they ALWAYS go together.
Then it is just the tie-dye that is offensive. Sorta like Disco. What other abomination from the '70s will we be subjected to next? Actually you should be happy she pointed out your fashion fox paw.
Maybe she just has a crush on you. You missed your opportunity for dinner and a movie. And since she has enough money for new clothes AND college, her treat.
[sup]Note for the sarcasm impaired: The above post was a said jokingly although I really don’t like Disco but tie-dye is kewl.[/sup]
Most? I’ll give you “some”, but alot of my friends as well as myself have been taking fashion into account sicnce about Jr. High. Not to say we were all always sucessful, but we thought about it. Here’s a great quote from “The Fly Girls” from the show “In living color”:
The tie-died shirt and jeans thing IS a “fashion sense”. Won’t get you into a packed night-club with the hotties, but if that aint your thing, then more power to you. The way you dress CAN say alot about you. It doesn’t have to, but you can relate some info about yourself by the way you dress. For example, TheOtherOne’s digs would seem to state quite clearly “I don’t care if I match, I’m comfortable”. Obviously, the girl from the OP doesn’t really know anything about fashion, or she would have picked up on the implied “fuck you” that would come her way for telling a dead-head type that they don’t match. To sum it up:
It’s cool to dig cool digs, but it aint cool to dig on someone just cause they don’t dig your digs. Dig?
DaLovin Dj’ (to whom style and flare is important)