was this EVER in style?

I'm sorry, let me forewarn you that i'm about to have a slight rant.

alright, so we all know that the 70s, 80s, even 90s have all come and gone, but are now very apparently creeping back into the fashion world. hey, i'll admit it, half the time i'm probably dressing like you did mom when you were my age. maybe minus the gigantic permed hair and the high waisted pants, but regardless, "old school" is definately cool now...

one thing i don't understand, and may never understand, is the t-shirt tucked into jeans look. WHO CAME UP WITH THIS?! honestly. a tshirt? and jeans? neither one is dressy, nor will either one EVER be dressy, so why do people have the compulsion to tuck one into the other like they are instantly glamifying themselves? i don't see the logic...i mean, i can understand maybe, if a middle aged man with little to zero fashion sense was trying to pull this off, but anybody born after 1970 should probably not be commiting this fashion faux pas. example: i was walking around campus today and out of the corner of my eye noticed a poor, unfortunate soul who was obviously running very late for class. he was practically tripping over himself and his rolley back pack to get where he needed to be. as if this sense of urgency (and the rolley backpack) weren't enough, he had on high water jeans, white tube socks and white tennis shoes, a polo buttoned to the top that was tucked ever so meticulously into his jeans...WHY???? albeit a small one, i think one of my new life missions is to destroy this trend entirely...

so i think i told you i had a date with philippe the other night. not exactly a date...i went out to dinner with friends, then he came over afterwards, around 10pm. he brought a bottle of wine, which i have got to say is one of the coolest things about him...i don't think we've had a date yet where he hasn't brought wine. i don't mean to stereotype, but this whole french thing is really cool. so far so good...the more i get to know him, the more interested i'm becoming. it definately wasn't an instant thing. we're not "dating" persay (i wouldn't say anyway) but he has let the word slip on occasion. already though, i like him more than andrew, the very persistent youngin (who by the way invited me to go to mexico this weekend...he doesn't give up!), so i don't mind the "d" word. we only talked for an hour or so before he got an urgent call from his roomate (one of their old friends had just died...) and had to leave.

ok, just for curiosity's sake, mom were you EVER confused about what you wanted to do with your life? i mean, you always seem so secure in what you want, and so secure in the fact that you HATE that i don't. do you have this mentality because you went through a colossal phase of confusion like me, or simply because you don't understand what it's like to have your head in a million different places? i STILL can't decide what i want to do with my life...i wish i could have 10 or more different professions and just switch among them every year or so...