Nothing says “I’m doing something” quite like a man in cargo shorts waging war on gravity with a gas-powered hair dryer.
Visibility replaced value. We’re surrounded by influencers and starving for influence.
When did “basic” become “premium”? The $20 top is dead, and its ghost now costs $75 and claims to be sustainable.
Hope still exists. It naps in a sunbeam and occasionally bites.
If you can’t return a shopping cart, you’re not ready for the social contract.
Somewhere in Tokyo, a silent train full of polite people is laughing at us.
A Gen X survival guide for those still clinging to quality, sanity, and the art of subtle judgment. If you miss when tops were $20 and “athleisure” wasn’t a personality, welcome home.