Ever since I could remember, I've dreamed of getting asked to a ball by a prince charming. As I got older I realized that my dream was a little out there, so I settled for even a date to the school dance. My freshman year of high school, I was so sure that some really handsome guy would ask me in a grand way. As I sat there waiting for my prince to show, these other girls I knew were getting asked with candies and flowers. When the dance actually came, I pretended to be this confident maiden who didn't need saving, while inside I was crushed that no guy wanted to take me.
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I think it's interesting how the qualifications for being "cool" has changed over the years. My dad was just saying how when he was a kid, wearing socks with sandals was the most dorky thing you could do. Nobody ever did that, and if you even considered wearing tall black socks with sandals... well you might as well commit social suicide. Thirty years later, you're considered one of the attractive athletic kids for pulling that off.
For a while it was the thing to smoke, and now you're a reject dropout if you pick up a cigarette. It also used to be cool to be snobby and stuck up towards people of lower class or different races, now you're shunned and stripped of any titles for making such comments. So my question is, how does America justify these things when they're in and then later decide they no longer meet the standard of popularity? |
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