Adults Suck, Then You Are One

I first noticed the slogan on a long sleeved Jeremy Scott t-shirt worn by Sky Ferreira on her Tumblr page:

Sky Ferreira-Jeremy Scott

Another photo from that same Jason Lee Perry shoot is on the cover of the latest issue of ASOS fashion magazine.

A few days later, I followed a link from Grimes’s Tumblr to K-pop star CL’s latest video, “Baddest Female,” in the middle of which she wears a short sleeved, orange sherbet colored version of the same t-shirt:

Jeremy Scott himself shot her in it for a fashion spread in i-D Magazine:


Be Bop Clothing pointed me towards the source of the epigram:


Seems it is from a 2004 episode of The Simpsons, in which Bart started selling t-shirts carrying various slogans (I guess I had stopped watching the show by then; too many “worst episode evers”).

Amy Hoak of recently reported that AARP research found Baby Boomers hate being defined by age-related labels:

They plan on experiencing life almost like kids in their 20s, he added, now that they finally have some extra time to do things they’ve always wanted to do.”


If boomers hate being reminded they are old, why do so many of them insist upon listening only to old music?

I stopped by CDepot in College Park, MD, on Saturday.  Not the best place to find new music, since downloads have largely undercut the market for used CDs by new artists, but it has a very good, deep selection of catalog stock.  A few customers were in front of me at the checkout.  The couple in their sixties were buying classic soul and talking to the clerk about how great Motown was.  A man in his late forties joined the conversation stating, “The best music was the music of the ’70s.”  I said, “No, the best music is whatever music you listened to when you were a teenager.”  He chuckled agreement, then asserted the one thing better than Motown was Philly soul, which would have peaked in the ’70s when he was in his teens.  The woman said, “And the Memphis soul of Stax,” which was at its height in the early to mid ’60s when she was in her teens.  The man complained, “There’s just no good music anymore.”  I butted in and said, “There’s plenty of good music.  You just have to know where to look for it.”  He clearly did not want to hear it, gave me a dirty look and turned back to his new friends.  I stepped up to the other register and paid for my CD (Maya Beiser’s Almost Human).  As I left, I joked to the 20 year old clerk, “You’ll be saying the same thing in 20 years.”  He replied, “I already am.”


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