Ah, Abercrombie and Fitch.
I pop into this bastion of bare chests and low-hanging jeans every once in a while when I feel like I need my fix of Teen Angst.
You know, to remember what it feels like to want to be someone else. Desperately.
In case you haven’t noticed, Teen Angst (or is it simply Angst?) is all over the average Abercrombie store. You’ll find it in the oh-so-casually attired sales people in their hormonal and testosterone peaks flirting outrageously with each other. You’ll find it in the mocking ads that face you in the fitting roomâ€â€see above. You’ll find it in the quiet desperation of the regular human-sized shoppers picking out clothes made for Lilliputans.
You see, in the Land of Abercrombie, I am a Large. Sometimes, I am even an Extra Large.
I’m not sure who actually buys most of the clothes at the store. They must be six years old.*
Nevertheless, I enjoy stepping into the store with no pressure to buy anything or be anyone. Don’t we all remember those days when we dressed TO BE someone else? Like in those Abercrombie Ads of Wishful Thinking?
These days, I dress as an expression of myself. I don’t want to be anyone else, because I AM.
What a difference 15 years and a verb conjugation make.
*Full disclosure: I have bought clothes at Abercrombie, sized L. I am not six.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOT!
may all your wishes come true! lots of love from home 
Er, excuse me, not my birthday…yet. But thank you.
eh?? but friendster says your birthday is jan 25!!
Don’t believe everything you read
I just put a random number for the profile. Don’t you know my birthday?
hahaha dayumm! i’ve been punked.
egads, that makes you… 11×3 on valentine’s 2007?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3-WzqfbVHU u really gotta watch this…
Hahahahahaha! It’s so true!
Hey i read this blog and was insulted. I am not six, i shop at Ambercrombie and Fitch and sometimes the extra-smalls are a little too big. The majority that shops there, by the way, are teens that enjoy keeping up on their fitness.