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I only have 3 pairs of jeans. I love all 3 of them. Especially the torn pair. And as the result of my passionate love, i wear them everywhere. And every adult looked at me. Each and every one of them asked me the same question: "Are you that poor that you have to wear torn jeans?". I never minded that, it's a social joke that whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to smile and agree or else. But then if you take a little time to look at that attitude towards young people, that is an attitude with no respect.
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I can represent myself as a typical example of the youth. The first lesson in life that we have ever learned is to respect the elder and whatever they have done. Adults are people whose minds have grown completely and they can make proper decision with the less percentage of regretting than children, or that's what they think. We don't make jokes about an old structured house, a 50's woman in knee-length puffy skirts with big buttons and white gloves or a man in perfectly ironed suits with wing collars and bow ties. We have a name for that, it's called vintage.
Well, of course there are bad kids who make jokes about their overly puffiness or the reflectively shiny shoes. But the jokes were understated and mostly private. Because although they're bad kids, they're still afraid of being judged by the society by dissing what's in the past.
But Edna Mode used to say: "I don't live in the past, it distracts me from the now". Although we respect the vintage factor, we don't see people going to work in that outfit. The world, whether we like it or not, is changing. It's easy to see and understand that some people just can't adapt to everything. Some adults, to be exact. A small example, when i was 5, i could turn on the video player 10 times faster than anyone in my house. The change is the video player, and the time it took me to turn it on comparing to the time anyone else does is the difference between generations.
I think in life, you give something you get something back. We gave our previous generation a heartful of respect, we only ask for permission to walk down the street with the defining clothes without the disrespectful glare. It's the people who create the boundaries. My mom always says, if the whole world believes crooked teeth are beautiful, nobody fixes their gaps anymore. We don't hear our parents retelling stories about our grandparents forbidding them from wearing high-waisted pants or neon-colored headbands. Visions are subjective, you lived your youth in freedom, let us live ours. It takes more than just a hole in the jeans to judge a kid, you know.
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I get that when people turn 25 they want the life process to stop, but is it normal when i'm 17?
Most definitely not.
