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December 12, 2007 | Tags: none
Before I start this off, a few observations:

One: anybody who honestly thinks that motherfucking Jermaine Dupri and/or Young Jeezy actually have and use a Boost Mobile phone plan should get the ever-loving shit smacked out of them.

Two: who or what in the fuck is a Mickey Avalon? And was I not the only one who instantly wondered what kinda fuckery is going on when he popped up in that commercial?

Anyways, not to front like we’re all friends here but I thought I should mention that outside of my family, select close friends and whichever God(dess)-like deity’s allowing me to wake up every morning, I could really give less than half a shit about other peoples’ opinions about me. Not to say that I’m some über-arrogant, seemingly invincible prick (right...), as I am aware of my own faults and personal issues, but it’s just that I was raised to not care if some wild random asscunt felt as if it were their personal duty to attempt to check my own ego.

As if. It may have worked when I was getting mollywhopped by the Mexican bullies in the fifth grade, but once I saw them a good 15 years later selling gaudy, smellbad toilet waters on a stand-alone kiosk in the mall? Not so much.

I bring this up because of an interesting scenario I witnessed the other day while copping a button-up at the local Marshall’s (don’t front). As I was digging through the wreckage, I was standing next to another guy with a pile of gear draped over his arm talking to his friend on how he was – and I’m quoting verbatim right here - going to get mad bitches at some nondescript party going on later in the week. I could talk about how ridiculously impossible it is to pull anything while rocking a pair of Jnco jeans, but then I’d be taking this post into another direction.

Now I’m not knocking ol’ boy’s methods on possibly getting burned from raw-dogging some ‘Wood rat, but I’ve always found it strange when grown-ass adults cop gear in hopes of attracting the masses’ already short attention spans to over-compensate for their utter lack of self-confidence which in turn fucks up their overall idea of their self-worth, which has got to be one of the more disheartening things I've ever seen. By the time I’d hit college I couldn’t care less what other people thought of me, and I essentially started wearing (and for a short while, designing) clothes that only impressed one person: myself. But I figure due in part to today’s Log Cabin Republican-style, ass-backward cultural norms people feel the need to look a certain way as if to gain acceptance from their peers. Excuse me if I call bullshit on that logic though; unless I’m trying to land a or work on a job you’ll never catch me buying some shit to look cool for or to impress other people. If that’s the case, why not save the trouble of buying clothes and simply give that spending money to them?

Now that I’ve crossed that plateau into a (slightly) higher tax bracket where I’m no longer limited to purchasing last year’s styles today at a Burlington Coat Factory, that doesn’t mean that I’ll eschew Sears or the swap meet for some bananas expensive boutique to cop my 501s. Not only am I getting the same quality shit for a lower price, but it’s a showing off of my own confidence within myself each time I swipe my debit card. By the way ladies, that’s a gold debit card I use.
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