A SAD REALIZATION

This hit me last night and I've been thinking about it ever since.

There's a girl that lives across from my parents that's always been cute. She's a few years older than I am, but not much. She was a professional snowboarder (or something like that) at some point in her life, but she settled down, got married, had a kid and made the slow transformation into an actual adult.

An actual adult—even though I'm pushing 30—is something even I can't fully grasp. Some people must want it and my guess is that even more people just do it because that's what they think they're supposed to do. That last part applies mostly to religious 20-year-olds that think if they're not married with a family by the time they're 25 they'll be cast out and shunned. And maybe that's actually how it works, I just don't know.

But I digress.

This girl was out in her front yard as I was getting in my car. We've never said more than 6 words to each other, so we nodded, smiled and went on with our day. As I was turning the car around, she turned away from me.

And that's when I saw the saddest, most depressing thing you can see on a pretty girl.

She was wearing "mom jeans."

You know the ones. Those light colored, high waisted, tapered jeans that you find at Mervyn's.

It was a real downer of a moment. I just shook my head and drove off.

Now this is the part where someone will chime in and say that high waisted, tapered jeans are making a comeback in the "fashion-blog" world, and this is where I will tell you that I don't give a shit. They still look ridiculous, unflattering and just plain awful. Jeans with no back pockets are a close second and belly shirts are third. You will never, ever convince me otherwise.

And that is as close to a fashion rant as I will ever come. I promise.