Not having a look is my look
Internets, this is the biggest and best time-suck I've come across in forever (at least since Go Fug Yourself and lolcats): Courtesy of Mr. Gleemonex, I give you Viceland's Do's & Don'ts -- hipster doofuses of all kinds, with brilliant and brief clop-in-the-chops commentary. Word to the wise: Don't bother to read the user comments; they'll make you lose whatever faith you have left in humanity.
One thing I've got going for me these days is, I'll never end up in any Do's & Don'ts feature anywhere, as either a Do or a Don't; people who mainly wear Gap and Banana Republic, with an occasional dash of awesome T-shirts and beloved weird-brand footwear, rarely draw that kind of attention. But back in the day, I put WAAAY more energy into dressing myself. I actually was named "Most Creative Dresser" in my high school (it wasn't really that tough -- I was an even bigger loudmouth attention-hog back then than I am now, so people hardly had a choice); to illustrate my cred and the reason I won this prestigious award, there is a photo in the yearbook of me wearing my kickass red 1960s Louisiana marching band jacket, with tails, all this braided piping and frog button closures, which jacket I bought at a thrift store in Fort Worth and which weighed about twelve pounds.
Of course, you DHS alums might remember who won this award on the boys' side, and I must ask you all: What the hell? Why Mister Smartypants? I'm sure he's a fine fella, but was there a more orthodox clothes-wearer in our entire school? Like, ever? By the way, ten points to any of you who find this picture of which I speak, scan it, and send it to me; I'll post it asap.
One thing I've got going for me these days is, I'll never end up in any Do's & Don'ts feature anywhere, as either a Do or a Don't; people who mainly wear Gap and Banana Republic, with an occasional dash of awesome T-shirts and beloved weird-brand footwear, rarely draw that kind of attention. But back in the day, I put WAAAY more energy into dressing myself. I actually was named "Most Creative Dresser" in my high school (it wasn't really that tough -- I was an even bigger loudmouth attention-hog back then than I am now, so people hardly had a choice); to illustrate my cred and the reason I won this prestigious award, there is a photo in the yearbook of me wearing my kickass red 1960s Louisiana marching band jacket, with tails, all this braided piping and frog button closures, which jacket I bought at a thrift store in Fort Worth and which weighed about twelve pounds.
Of course, you DHS alums might remember who won this award on the boys' side, and I must ask you all: What the hell? Why Mister Smartypants? I'm sure he's a fine fella, but was there a more orthodox clothes-wearer in our entire school? Like, ever? By the way, ten points to any of you who find this picture of which I speak, scan it, and send it to me; I'll post it asap.
Labels: Lookee what the Internets done brung me today, rando, that's what your mom said
posted by Gleemonex at 5:11 PM
6 Comments:
dang - - i have to go home at lunch now and dig this one out...i think i remember who it was - AN?
yep, I remember - and anon is CORRECT!
I always loved that jacket by the way.
I need to see this photo! BTW, I was voted "best dressed" in high school. That's what Gap and Banana Republic got me!
bgirl, anon -- you are correct. :-) I loved that jacket too, man.
Panda, someday you'll see the photo, even if none of my DHS homies sends it to me in electronic form. Promise!
AN was most creative dresser? What are pink polo shirts creative????
I think there is a yearbook photo of him somewhere wearing a sweater vest a la Mr. Rogers...
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