werent for the fabulous creation of the camera phone, i would not have been able to capture this miraculous Jazzyness. Whilst in vegas, i happen to be standing behind a jazzy. Now... it was a goal of mine to get a snapshot of some jazzy's for the blog. And yes, i could have taken a picture of someone on every corner i walked past... however its not everyday you see a jazz thats still stuck in the 80's. OK- sure. I heard the 80's were a bitchin time. I was an 80's baby. I dont remember much of the time... but i mean, REALLY? its been like almost 30 years since then... and you still have the acid wash jeans?? AND youre still rockin em... belly shirt and all?? hmm. Something tells me i didnt catch you on an off day Miss. Acid wash. Something tells me this is your daily attire. And maybe your just proud that you can still fit into the same pants you did 25 years ago- im not sure. Im trying to do you a favor and justify why you would wear such an outfit. However, if it werent for people like you, i wouldnt have anything to blog about. So i guess all in all, while i am critisizing you, im also thanking you for being so jazzy. Now you have opened my eyes to a whole other generation... era... of jazzy. and it is going to be my goal to try and spot a jazz who is stuck in the 70's and 90's. So Miss. Acid wash, i thank you.
An ode to the hoes. A SPECIAL ode to the ones stuck in another generation.
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