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I know this is meant as satire, but there are aspects of it that are not at all far from the truth. Apparently there is a company in San Francisco that buys old "distressed" jeans from actual cowboys and then re-sells them to people whose lifestyle does not offer them the opportunity to beat up their own clothes in a similar manner, but who nonetheless don't want to appear at the latest trendy wateringhole looking like what they actually are( self-involved candy-asses ). I remember reading a magazine article about 15 years ago that predicted the next hot fashion accessory would be " a pawn shop saxophone, worn insouciantly about the neck".
I assume they meant something light like a soprano or an alto, although the thought of some fashionista swanning around at gallery openings with a baritone around his or her neck kinda cracks me up.

And of course what is "heroin chic" after all, but a glossy magazine version of the "ass-less crack-head look' so popular in parts of the downtown eastside.

White trash chic = Dixie Chicks and Shania Twain ( immortalized by Steve Earle's description of her as " the highest paid lap dancer in Nashville".)

The latest incarnation of the folk boom of the early 60's, "Roots Music" ( don't get me wrong. I actually like some of this stuff. I'm just pointing out that trends tend to keep coming around.) requires that one dress like an Appalachian rustic circa 1932.

But the one that really cracked me up was a criticism often levelled at Colin James early in his career. He was "too good looking" to play the blues. You're right Cherie, apparently blues fans prefer their stars to be whacked once or twice with the ugly stick.

John D.

p.s. Colin James' real name is Colin Munn.