I don’t know if your mid-twenties should classify you as “old,” but I like to think I’m a hodgepodge of obsolesence and idiosyncrasy in fashion. Black shirts weren’t as cool as they were when I was younger. Nobody wears jackets in the oppressive heat of Manila. Button-down jeans are so last century. High-topped Chucks and boots are pretty much passé. Long hair is a vestige of a bygone era: these days, it’s no longer fashionable because it’s perfectly acceptable. Heck, I needed to ask a friend if the frames of my new glasses are more… well, “cosmo.”
Yet colorful trucker hats that are carefully balanced on top of your head aren’t. Every offensive class-related slur can cross your mind, until you realize that almost every young man is wearing one of these hats. It’s the “in” thing, so much so that I don’t know if it’s “gangstah” or “Rastah.”
Like everything involving fashion and the latest trends in headwear, I don’t get it. Maybe I don’t even have to get it.
