It's so popular now to find excuses, when before it was just about a feeling that existed then, in that moment when the song was written. It wasn't a reflection of your entire being.
Ah, good point. All the touchy-feely, Politically Correct stuff did come into vogue then, and suddenly a bad mood wsn't a bad mood, it was a "cry for help". Interesting...
Remember four or five years ago, when "hipsters" were anything below your bellybutton?
Yes! I actually have a pair of those. Don't wear them (because I've gone up a size), but for a couple of years, those were the most comfortable slacks I had, mainly because on me, they come up to less than an inch below my waist, and they do come up wiast-high on the hips.
I'm just going to say thank heavens for target, because I can't shop anywhere else for jeans. All they have is hipster crap. At least Target does have some of the higher waisted styles. Admittedly, they're being aimed at middleaged women, but I really don't care about that. *g*
(Whoops, sorry, did I say three hundred and twelve? I meant five hundred and eight. Sorry - skipped a couple of centuries, you know how it is.)
Hee! Let me guess, you've also got a bitch about the whole idea of no longer using horses and carriages? *g*
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Date: 2003-11-01 05:00 am (UTC)Ah, good point. All the touchy-feely, Politically Correct stuff did come into vogue then, and suddenly a bad mood wsn't a bad mood, it was a "cry for help". Interesting...
Remember four or five years ago, when "hipsters" were anything below your bellybutton?
Yes! I actually have a pair of those. Don't wear them (because I've gone up a size), but for a couple of years, those were the most comfortable slacks I had, mainly because on me, they come up to less than an inch below my waist, and they do come up wiast-high on the hips.
I'm just going to say thank heavens for target, because I can't shop anywhere else for jeans. All they have is hipster crap. At least Target does have some of the higher waisted styles. Admittedly, they're being aimed at middleaged women, but I really don't care about that. *g*
(Whoops, sorry, did I say three hundred and twelve? I meant five hundred and eight. Sorry - skipped a couple of centuries, you know how it is.)
Hee! Let me guess, you've also got a bitch about the whole idea of no longer using horses and carriages? *g*