This Just In: Adulthood, kind of a trip
Who knew, right? Not so long ago, we were considered successful in our peer group. Our knowledge of stuff, geek-chic tech junk, hip lit, bars, bands, and pop culture in general, all made us fairly cool commodities. Not super cool, mind you, but we got by in Brooklyn, birthplace of hipster babies, hipster mommies, and even, god love em, hipster mannies (that's a nanny who is a boy).
Now, however, we are extracted from all that. We removed ourselves from the white noise of low culture, as well as from our good friends, acquaintances, enemies, frenemies, dopplegangers, and nemeses. If you wear an ironic t-shirt in Mexico and nobody is here to see it, does it still increase your cool points? All that accrued knowledge and power and social cache doesn't matter anymore.
It's better really, reliable, like polished concrete, this new knowledge. We are not entirely unused to conversations of substance, mind you; it's just that in the past they were often punctuated by a song and dance in a fountain routine or prefaced by a trip down the slip and slide. It's not just us, or rather not so much a product of our new environment, as it is our advancing age. It's happening and it cannot be helped or held off any longer. I don't want to return to Williamsburg; I don't want to be 24.
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We moved out of the NYC area and realized how unimportant high fashion really is in the real world. Now we're looking at moving to Mexico in June to get a little closer to the meaning of life- namely- not pointy shoes and leg warmers. Ha ha.
Posted by: Allie | February 22, 2007 03:50 PM
As you get older you realize how little coolness matters....maybe that's why you see so many old gringos wearing black socks and loafers with shorts?
Posted by: Nancy | February 24, 2007 12:13 PM