See, this is what I was talking about *waves cane*

[mhaille.livejournal.com]

I have a 4th grader and a 1st grader. For the most part, all the kids they know dress like, well, kids. Tshirts featuring either a superhero or a cartoon character, jeans with grass stains, untied sneakers. I know there are prepubescent fashion plates out there, but you never catch them playing outside anyhow.

Today, dropping them off for the bus, I saw two fourth (possibly fifth) grade girls in full retro Mall Punk. Leggings, plaid minis, hoodies, and military caps, and both were in converse high tops. My first thought: "Damn it, that's how I wanted to dress when I was that age, and my parents wouldn't LET me." Unfortunately, this was followed hard upon by some mental math, confirming that I was their age over 20 years ago.

How'm I supposed to rock the punk-femme + hat when it's sold in Limited, Too?

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[mr-bad-example.livejournal.com]

I have the same feeling when I see kids with mohawks running around. I had a mohawk for all of two days when I was a teenager, and my parents kicked my ass for getting it.

[mhaille.livejournal.com]

See, I smile when I see a tiny mohawked toddler being strolled around by a couple of tattoed weirdos. Everybody under the age of 4 is pretty much marching to whatever harmonica they feel like, still, so it works.

It is a little weird to realize that respectable barber shops will give you one, these days, though- we had one in town that gave one haircut: "like a decent, red blooded American man." And god help the boy over 12 who came in with hair touching his collar. ;)

These girls had about as much rebellion between them as they did sense, and they weren't all that sensible, if you catch my drift. Back when I wanted to dress like that they'd be sporting izod.