spandex my head is like my washing machine because when the machine was brand new and exciting it could eat all these new clothes i provided and they always changed because i was growing and they always changed because i was young and instinctively tapped into what it meant to be young and i thus expressed my generation through my clothes-- not in an obnoxious well researched fashionista sort of way, just in a powerful, fresh, 'children don't have many options when it comes to clothing' kind of way but see when you're old..er when you're older and when you've supposedly come into your own, you realize your clothing is really just much of the same i mean you COULD hang out in milan and try to wear what the anorexic hobbling down the runway is wearing but even then, a prada bag is not really as indicative of an era as say stretchy electric blue spandex pants with little loops on the bottom so your feet hold them down no, at one point you're really just replacing items instead of trying something new instead of an A line plaid knee length skirt, you buy a floofy summer dress that looks like fifties wall paper and sure maybe you look a little different--but you still look like you, you haven't grown twice your size and lost braces, and both that floofy summer dress and that A line plaid knee skirt-- are they 2010y? or are they just covering your butt? and then you start noticing what else is just being replaced recycled revamped without really being very different at all my head much like the washing machine, at one point, has simply been eating the same ideas in different packages over and over again churning them round and round without ever going whoa whoooaa hold on a minute this isn't spandex at all |