My favorite fads.
I have a lava lamp [although, in a moment of poor judgement, I chose the one with purple wax]. I have Birkenstocks [but I don’t think they fit anymore]. I like long skirts [even if my daughter makes fun of me when I wear them]. I have a worry stone [I still worry too much]. I think I might even still have a tiny box of worry dolls in my dresser [I still worry too much]. I burn incense because I genuinely love the smell [only now I buy it on Amazon].
Maybe those things were fads when I first discovered them, but they’ve stayed with me. Maybe it’s a sentimental attachment. Those things are tied to a lot of good memories.
Or maybe I’m actually a hippie. Not, like, an original one. I’m too young. But I think I would have loved being a part of that generation.
But I also still wear Doc Martens, so there’s that alt-rock wearing-all-black side to me, too. In fact, if Doc Martens are considered a fad, that’s my number one. Long black skirt, black top, black tights, black Docs.
I belong in some other time period.
p.s. — Mom jeans? What the fuck? I’m a mom and I wouldn’t wear those if you paid me. And no one else should wear them either. Newsflash: You look ridiculous. High waisted jeans/pants for women and men—horrible! Make it stop. Super short denim shorts where you can actually see the girl’s ass cheeks? No. Christ, do they have a high waist, too?