The Fejj of Fashion
Okay, anyone who knows me knows that I don't have the slightest clue about fashion. My fashion sense is, well, I don't have any. Or so I thought...
Back in highschool and my freshman year of college, I would alternate between my one or two pairs of jeans and my olive drab army BDUs. I was the only kid that wore them, pretty much a fashion freak (of nature that is). Well, to be fair - the ROTC guys wore them my freshman year of college too.
<skip to="two weeks ago">
Alas, my jean-wearing days are wearing thin (quite literally, unfortunately). I'm down to a single pair of jeans without holes in the knees and these are thinning fast. I've also worn them for a week now... what to do? I could do laundry - but I still have plenty of unmentionables. I can last at least another week without doing laundry... I reach into my closet and find... my olive drab BDUs! I'm saved!
<skip to="last night">
There I was at the mall, trying to find pants because, well, 2 pairs just won't cut it for long. Sears, JCrew, Old Navy, Abercrombie & Fitch? None have jeans that will fit me. No, I'm not obese. I'm just tall and thin. Apparently an impossible combo in the eyes of jean-makers everywhere. I start to walk out of Abercrombie & Fitch. What do I behold? No, no... other than the gorgeous register girl. Yes, we all see she's hot, but get past that for just one moment. I see racks upon racks of olive drab and camoflage army BDUs. Apparently they are "in style" now.
Okay, so what was the point of my story? I'm several years ahead of fashion. What does this mean? It means I shape the future of the fashion industry. What does this mean for you? Start buying Ximian monkey-button t-shirts now, because in a few years everyone will be wearing them.