One: I was working the other day at the Apple Store when I noticed two 12-ish year old girls kneeling on the floor in front of a laptop, posing in provocative gestures and taking pictures of themselves with the computer’s built-in camera. One twelve-year-old sticking out her not-even-developed-yet ass, and the other making “lick me” lips (or whatever).
Seriously. I watch anywhere from one to twelve kids come in at a time to take their little narcissistic, pseudo-sexual snapshots to email to their friends or post on their myspace profile. Something’s wrong with the world.
Two: I can’t buy a fucking pair of jeans anymore without getting frayed/tattered edges, perfectly manicured HOLES in them, or worse. Some labels on the jeans shelves at AE actually use the word “Destroyed” to describe a style. I don’t get it.
My dad was an electrician. He was a licensed master at his trade. He busted his hump, ruined his knees, and always came home wiped. He was a man who made your world work. His jeans got worn through, they got runs and holes, and they ended up looking really tattered because of his hard work. And your jeans look worse than his, even though you didn’t do jack shit. You’re so cool.
Three: Black & Decker now makes “powered scissors,” perfect for all your holiday wrapping. Great for cutting the packaging on little Timmy’s new Killer Commando™ action figure. Are we this lazy that we can’t handle using scissors anymore? Oy.
