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Note the small title homage to Miss Samantha Kirby.
Today, while studying over at College Square, I observed one of the indie hipster kids sitting outside Lunch Paper wearing one black and one white old-school high top Converse. I'm know I'm supposed to be moved to pass some sort of judgement in this case, either consisting of, “My! How unique, cool, and off-beat!” or “How lame. How contrived.” (the former getting me some “you're so cool” praise, the latter getting me chided for being sort of square and unforgiving, allowing the chider to bathe in his/her scenester superiority—in neither case would I really care).
But the only thing I could think about was—how does he decide which foot is white and which foot is black? Does it change daily? Weekly? Is he going to switch when this pairing wears out, or is the other combination ignored completely? Is the most important part that the left is white and the right is black, or simply that they mismatch?
Clearly, my brain was looking for something to do besides study 19th century European art history. Oy.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
