Get comfy, kids, 'cuz grandpa's gonna tell you how it was when SHE was in middle/high school. In the nineties, kids, you couldn't go to the fucking mall to get Manic Panic, or spiked dog collars, or fishnets, or Nightmare Before Christmas paraphenelia. You had to go to the city -- in my case, New York. You had to go to the Village. You had to LOOK. Hell, you couldn't even get Doc Martens in Jersey. And also, Revlon didn't make 32 shades of blue in 1992. If you wanted nail polish, you wore a shade of red or pink. "Plum" was about as racy as it got. The only nail polish that came in blue was 99¢ Wet n' Wild, baby, and blue and silver were the only interesting colors they had. There was one brand that made purple, but it wasn't sold in any of the drug stores in town, so THAT was even a bitch to get. Black nail polish? Better stock up at Halloween. The only place I knew of that sold Nightmare stuff was this comic store in the city, but we (I don't even remember who "we" was) stumbled across it by accident, and I never knew how to get there agan. [By the way, if anyone ever finds Batman the Animated Series playing cards, PLEASE let me know]. [I bought a pack at that store, that's why I was reminded.]
There's even a WIG kiosk at the Deptford Mall. Are you kiddin' me? Thirty dollars for a wig in an odd, or normal, color. Forget about it! Man, when I was 14 or 15 or something, I wanted a white/silver short wig soooooo bad. But the only place I knew that sold wigs was this place in the Village which, judging by it's clientele, was selling them to men who wanted to be queens. And they STARTED at $125, because they were real actual wigs. Drag queens don't wear no shit, homey. [Of course, now wigs just remind me of that awful girl that was friends with Maura. I had to mention that because if I didn't, somebody sure as hell would have.]
So like I say, I found some neat stuff at Hot Topic . . . but I don't get to go home with the feeling that I actually found anything. I just went to the mall. Thousand of teens have what I have. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge? It's not supposed to be easy to be punk, that's the whole point!
I was about to say that I felt bad for genuinely different kids who have to find a new way to be different, and then I realized that that's a ridiculous thing to say. I guess they just have to be different differently. I guess the real troopers, like Abescott and Cortney (she's not in high school anymore, but she's certainly younger and hipper than I) and my brother, ARE going into the city and using other resources to remain different. Which means that I'm just an old fart who's trying to remember what it was like to be in high school. The good parts, not the shitty parts.
Whatever. I'm still cooler than most of the punks in Hot Topic. [And I mean "punk" not as in "rock", but rather "young"].