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I just woke up from a 5 hour nap, I should be asleep/in bed, but instead I’m groggy and in the mood to complain. How do I even begin this lightly? There’s no way, really. I just want someone to explain this new/”80’s throwback” phenomenon going on between 20-29 year old men (I cut it off at 29 because I would be embarassed by 30-somethings following this trend). But seriously, what the FUCK is up with dudes sporting backpacks? In the streets, in “da-club,” EVERYWHERE. I don’t get it, I really don’t. What is being stored in these mysterious multi-colored/patterned knapsacks?
They’re sure as hell not holdin “the work” ala T.I. Do they hold a spare pair of raw denim jeans? A new outfit in case some bro catches them wearing the same outfit 2 days in a row? Matching Bearbricks?? Different pair of shoes/shades/boxers for fashion emergencies? Honestly, I’m secretly hoping someone will prove me wrong and tell me they are carrying Lunchables & Juiceboxes. I mean, remember what you threw in your backpack back in the day?
You held the lunchbox (you know, the one that smelled after the first day and melted the thermos), 126 count Crayolas (if you had anything less than that, I am bummed out for you), those plastic containers where you stored your chatchky, and then one weird random thing i.e. Skip-It to make you cool during “off-hours” in class. Maybe its me, I just can’t get past this “stereotype.” I don’t see what could be held in those colorful backpacks. Someone help me understand.
I know that things have been a little boring on here (Danzig videos,shoes, inside jokes, Sex & The City overload), and I apologize for that..really. I am sorry. I’ve been busy these past few weeks and it’s been sunny and beautiful in Chicago. More time for eating/drinking outside, less time for technology. In other news, I wasn’t chosen for that Missbehave blogging spot. I’m assuming they weren’t into Latarian Milton being casted as Zack Morris. I know, I know, I’m ahead of the times. Moral of the story: You win some, you lose some, and DON’T BE CHI forever. At least I’m FakeShoreDrive approved too, right? I’ll be back soon with posts about shrooming, clothes, why hip hop hipsters are wearing backpacks meant for Kindergarten students and polygamists, of course.
Here’s to another round of Sex & The City: matinée, weekday edition. Second time’s a charm!
