When I was in high school punk was a thing. We had mohawks and leather jackets. At least those of us that could afford them. I just laugh at how we seemed to care about how we looked. We tried so hard to look like we didn’t care. The irony was lost on us at that age, but what do you expect. 🙂
Well the concept of caring how you looked was set in stone one day.
A friend of mine was wearing his leather coat on a hot summer day once and I asked him if he was dying in that coat. He said, “It doesn’t matter how you feel as long as you look good!” To this day I am not sure if he was being painfully honest or super sarcastic.