Once upon a time there was a girl with ginger hair. At the ripe young age of 15 she met a boy with long blonde hair, a mysterious frown, a guitar and a love for music of the rock variety. The ginger girl fell in love with both that boy and the music he loved. He would play the guitar for her and make mix tapes capable of making even the coldest of hearts glow warm. He eventually fell in love with a girl with brown hair and took his guitar, his mysterious frown and lived happily ever after with the brown haired girl and had babies. The end.
The only good thing to come out of said love affair, was the ginger girls love for the music he would play for her. Nirvana, System of a Down, Bon Jovi, Foo Fighters, Marilyn Manson, Guns n Roses, Three Doors Down, Eric Clapton… & the beat goes on. My dad, the Thin Lizzy & Black Sabbath fan jumped for joy at the possibility of my Westlife and Britney Spears CD’s being banished to the never never land (they didn’t – equal opportunities listener I am).
I love band tshirts. I had an REM one that I wore to death. What I don’t like about them is the fact that they’re all so… manly. High cut collars, scratchy fabric, boxy shaped – ain’t no girl got time for that. I saw this Guns n Roses tshirt in Primark of all places and whooped for joy, ran to the till brandishing my dollar and resisted the urge to get naked and put it on there and then. Nice fabric, a flattering cut (for an oversized tshirt), a neckline that doesn’t make you look flat chested and nice sleeves? All for the bargain price of £8? I’ll take it.
(Check me out getting my pout and my pose on in my bedroom mirror like a true blogger.)
YOU KNOW WHAT IRKS ME THOUGH? (Oh come on, there had to be a bit of a moan) there appears to be a recent trend among the teenage girls – and I’m not talking about the Geek/Nerd/Dork/Tw*t tshirts that seem to be everywhere (for the record, wearing some Clark Kent style spectacles and having a Twitter account does not maketh a geek). The latest trend appears to be band tshirts. Shops like Primark are making these band tshirts readily accessible to the masses/sheep – which is good on the whole, but what you get is people wearing tshirts just to look “cool” and coming out with sentences like…”I bought this tshirt because such and such from One Direction was photographed in the same shirt” – I’m sorry, what? Am I a miserable old lady?
It gets even more frustrating. As I’m about to pay there’s a teenage girl in the queue behind me, in her “I’m so cool it hurts” uniform of denim shorts, Doc Martens, lashings of black eyeliner, an oversized cardigan reminsicent of Kurt Cobain in the “Unplugged in New York” show and bee stung red lips. She turns to her friend, clutching the very same tshirt that I’m about to buy and say “I love Guns n Roses, Kurt Cobain was so hot”.
I wanted to insert my coat hanger into her eye.