I don’t want to be one of “the cool kids”
I reacted to the recent Abercrombie & Fitch controversy not with anger, but with apathy. It didn’t surprise me that a retailer that prides itself on catalogs featuring half-naked teenagers who look like they stepped out of The Vampire Diaries wouldn’t want fat people, perceived as “uncool and unattractive,” as customers.
Personally, I don’t see wearing a $60 t-shirt with the letters A&F on the front as being the epitome of cool, but that’s why I’ve never been part of the in-crowd. And that suits me just fine.
When I was a teenager in the early ’90s, I got flak for listening to disco and oldies; for wearing capri pants before they came back in style; and for preferring Star Wars and horror films to Wayne’s World and Die Hard II. I guess you could say I was “pre-hipster.”
I took it all in stride because I liked what I liked, and that was that. I never had a desire to be trendy. So it’s amusing to me to see a grown man talk about only wanting good-looking people buying his clothes and working in his stores, when most of the people I see wearing Abercrombie & Fitch probably wouldn’t pass his “cool” test. And that’s probably more satisfying than forcing a company to make sizes past “athletic XXL” when it clearly doesn’t want to.
I don’t want to be one of the cool kids. I don’t need to be one of the cool kids. I just want to be me, who at 37, still listens to disco and oldies (with a little bit of dubstep thrown in), still wears capri pants, and still prefers sci-fi (although it’s changed from Star Wars to Doctor Who) and horror films.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be cool and wear Abercrombie & Fitch, but I think it’s a lot more rewarding just being yourself. And possibly a lot less stressful and costly as well.