Apparently, today has a higher potential for evil, being 6/6/06 and all. Not that I'm into all that numerology stuff. It's interesting, though. My neighbor recently had a baby who was born on 4/5/06. How cool is that?
So, getting back to hell, I found myself in fashion hell yesterday at the PostMart while mailing a package. It was like junior high all over again, down to the stupid little alligator thingie. Yes, folks, it's official. That idiotic popped collar thing is back. (I feel like the little girl from Poltergeist--"They're baaaaaaaaaaack!")
Two, yes, TWO young men there had their polo shirt collars popped up. It was scary. One was a customer and the other was one of the employees. And get this: the employee was doing the double shirt thing with both collars popped up. And his outer shirt was a light blue IZOD. Silently, my mind was screaming, "Noooooooooooooo!" I couldn't take my eyes off this strange phenomenon. I thought the popped collar rumors were just that, but here they were in the flesh.
I always hated the popped collar thing. I couldn't pull it off even when they were in style. For one, my parents couldn't afford IZOD shirts, so I got the imitation kind. Of course, that was fashion death in junior high--you have to have the real thing or you're not cool. For two, I always thought the popped collar thing looked stupid. The only time I want my collar up around my neck is in the dead of winter when I'm outside and the wind is blowing. I just don't get the look.
So here's my firm Betty for today: may Izod and the popped collar rot in hell.