For whatever reason I find myself constantly consumed with the battle of “cool and trendy” vs. “creative and new”. Cool enough to fit in to the norm of everyday life, but strange and different enough to catch people’s attention.
When some new fashion craze bursts to life, I am drunk with the idea of owning whatever it is. Then the trend takes its toll, and I suddenly realize I am but one of ten trillion teenage girls sporting [nike shorts, skinny jeans, side bangs, chacos, wayfare sunglasses, oversized teeshirts, high waisted jean shorts, etc., etc.] And as a bonus, I wear none of those well.
Not as a generation or even as teenagers, but as human beings we leech ideas off of one another like they are the very things that keep us alive. One person produces one cool item of clothing inspired by another piece of cool clothing that someone famous happened to like and wear one time, and suddenly half of American girls (and 25% of the boys) are completely captivated by skinny jeans. We are victims to our desire to be accepted and loved. The world has been sending us mixed signals on how to do that.
It screams in our ears in every commercial and billboard and magazine and that we must have [whatever-the-hell-their-product-is] in order to be loved and accepted by our peers. We get suckered into believing that our boobs must be bigger by buying this bra, and our waists smaller by ordering this workout dvd, we will make better phone calls from this phone, and listen to better music on this mp3. They hypnotize us, and make us accept the idea that we all need the same damn iphone. But those same people are putting out promotional crap every day that we have to be ourselves and be love who we are as an individual. They put celebs on talk shows and have them give a nice speech about how individuality is important. The moral of every story is “be yourself”.
We are confused. Running around in Nike shorts and strange indian print things trying to be original. We sit on Pinterest for hours repinning cool, original house decor crafts that by the same time next week everyone already has in their house. Because they repinned it too. Or we just all have it repinned and never do anything with it. We write blogs where we got our inspiration from other blogs, and we post statuses with words from other people’s mouths. Society has perpetually discombobulated our idea of originality and what it is worth. We all do the same things, trying to stand out. We see something we like and we latch onto it. We can tweak it sometimes and “make it our own”, but everything has a source.
Nothing can be created.
And I didn’t even say that first. Some old guy did, I think, but I don’t know his name and I’m too lazy to Google it.
There is worth to be had in originality, friends. We can be creative beings, we just have to let go of the idea that we can be the first. The wheel has already been invented. We just have to get this original bug out of our heads. This, “hipster” mindset where we have to do everything before it’s cool.
If skinny jeans don’t look good on you, don’t buy them.
If you think chacos are ugly (and they are) don’t buy them.
If you think you will be the ten thousandth girl to buy nike shorts, you probably should buy them anyway. They work.
If you don’t have a face shape for bangs, step away from the scissors.
If you don’t like pilates or hot yoga, don’t do it. Plus, yoga is so five years ago. Just kidding.
It’s taken me a long time to realize that if trends don’t work for you, you don’t have to partake. And I still haven’t fully accepted that. I still, in fact, own skinny jeans. And chacos. And I regret bangs every time I cut them. There’s something to be said about eating the food you like and the clothes that look good on you and engaging in activities you enjoy. Rather than taking food network up on the newest salad craze and joining the 7,000,000 other college students in wearing nothing but athletic clothes and occasionally go running or hiking, but acting like you do it every day.
We are capable of more than enlisting in trends, and that includes the originality trend. As little sense as that makes. In my opinion, the idea of being original has been watered down to nothing more than words. “I did that first, I liked that first, I ate that first.” For Gods sake, people. That’s not, that’s not even what it’s about.
Anything else I want to say is going to sound like a “love yourself” speech, and that’s not what I’m after.
Alls I’m saying is that chacos are ugly and if the skinny jeans don’t fit, don’t wear em.