Forcing It

Tired of all of the crap being pushed around Tumblr like so many peas around a disinterested child’s plate. Ferraris, celebrities with amazing wardrobes, handcrafted boats in crystal blue waters, leggy women wearing translucent, flowing white clothes while brushing their hair just so…

I roll my eyes so often that I have developed a spasm.

How about we raise a glass to the lives we are able to live?

It’s easy to look stylish when you make $20,000,000  a year (if your curious, that’s in the neighborhood of $54,000 A DAY) dunking a basketball over some Eastern European people. You just pick up a GQ and throw it at your assistant demanding every clothing item inside be purchased - post haste!

How about looking great on $20,000 a year. How about being brave with patterns, fabrics, trips to salvation army, hand-me down boots, the like. That is so much more difficult.

How about we take a close look at those fixie bikes that are the bread and butter for over half the blogs out there? Have you ever ridden one? Unless you live in a flat, calm area, they are a pain in the ass. Go ahead kid, you got an internship at Etsy’s offices…you deserve it - ‘build’ yourself a custom bike from the Urban Outfitters website. I’m sure that will really get those horn-rimmed hipster cuties to notice you. Maybe that will help you feel better about yourself. But I’m betting that it’ll just put another 90 days between you and the gutting realization that you are still hollow. Cut the crap. Brakes are on bikes for a reason. Gears are on bikes for a reason. You know what’s not cool? Braining yourself on the side of a delivery truck because your a squid.

I don’t need you to show me another photo of P Diddy wearing a tuxedo and an $80,000 watch. The watch is nice, but it’s not special. I would love to own one, sure, they are generally beautiful and well made, but not special. Our buddy Dids doesn’t care about patina, stories, wearing something in… he’s about that diameter, and that shine. Ooh baby that shine.

…and that just isn’t cool. It’s tacky.

And please…take your sun glasses off inside. It’s disrespectful to disallow people looking you in the eye when they are talking to you. It’s weak. It’s childish. I lose so much respect for those that fall victim to this philosophy. I lose hope. Disrespecting everyone around you, however shiny and silent, is still disrespect. And disrespect is the opposite of cool.

Can we as a group get over our obsession with flash? The pomp and circumstance of being unbelievably wealthy? How about being honest, both to ones self and to others? How about showing people your true colors, no matter your bank balance? How about enjoying the gifts you receive from the world around you every day? How about enjoying giving gifts to those around you? Is that too much to ask?