Bows flat out piss me off. Why? you may ask. Well... one, they're overrated. two, they are freaking everywhere. three, they're sad.
Nowadays, the younger generation is trying to be original in all the wrong ways. They "bring back" the worst trends thinking they are just as "edgy" as the first generation with parachute pants did. Bows have never quite disappeared from the population, every once in a while you see a perfectly placed one tied around the three strands of hair on a newborn's head. For a girl, that's adorable. For a boy,... well I'm just sorry for that child. But, lately the gaudy ornament has seeped its way into the teenage wardrobe. Huge, obnoxious, polka-dotted, lime green frill adorns the heads of all the cheerleaders. You'd think the senior girls would maybe try to have some class. Tiny, but annoyingly noticeable black bows line the back of the corsets of my favorite goth chick. They are everywhere and everyone loves them. Why? Because they're bows.
Now... bows are sad little things. My argument begins like this: no one knows how to tie a good bow. Unless your bow is a perma-bow, tied and sewed down by huge machines in your neighborhood bow factory, then it is almost guaranteed that it won't lie right, the center flap will be twisted, or it will look like crap. Attempting to win is futile. Truthfully, I think the poor little things want to be left alone... otherwise the world may very well explode.
I hate my generation.
Nowadays, the younger generation is trying to be original in all the wrong ways. They "bring back" the worst trends thinking they are just as "edgy" as the first generation with parachute pants did. Bows have never quite disappeared from the population, every once in a while you see a perfectly placed one tied around the three strands of hair on a newborn's head. For a girl, that's adorable. For a boy,... well I'm just sorry for that child. But, lately the gaudy ornament has seeped its way into the teenage wardrobe. Huge, obnoxious, polka-dotted, lime green frill adorns the heads of all the cheerleaders. You'd think the senior girls would maybe try to have some class. Tiny, but annoyingly noticeable black bows line the back of the corsets of my favorite goth chick. They are everywhere and everyone loves them. Why? Because they're bows.
Now... bows are sad little things. My argument begins like this: no one knows how to tie a good bow. Unless your bow is a perma-bow, tied and sewed down by huge machines in your neighborhood bow factory, then it is almost guaranteed that it won't lie right, the center flap will be twisted, or it will look like crap. Attempting to win is futile. Truthfully, I think the poor little things want to be left alone... otherwise the world may very well explode.
I hate my generation.
