DAILY PROMPT: NEW SENSATION
Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.
The assumption that I ever made a fashion statement, dear WordPress, is so ludicrous I’m teetering on the verge of mild hysteria. The style-and-fashion gene is yet another one that passed me by. In fact the longer I blog, the more it’s borne in upon me that my genetic inheritance is so left-field, it’s a wonder I’ve managed to function all these years. But then I’ve long accepted that I’m weird by normal standards, so it no longer bothers me.
What is more worrying is whether I’ve passed this on to future generations.
For ‘news’ at school this week, subject Free Choice, my grandson did a PowerPoint presentation on an international Hacktivist group targeting governments, organisations and corporations they accuse of censorship. He is eight. Most of his class talk about cricket, their latest acquisition in the current craze, or what the dog did yesterday.
My son (his uncle), at a similar age, had a letter published in a major broadsheet asking the American President to consider ‘newclear’ disarmament.
You have to hand it to both of them, but it doesn’t make for an easy life.