Perhaps it’s time I’ve spent in various locations, principally, like South Texas, and other parts, too. But I was observing, a certain sense of style, not present in other parts of the country, or for that matter, in other countries. Where else can a young female wear Daisy Dukes, with cowboy boots? Even one had a trophy buckle, too, the size of a license plate. Again, this not only didn’t seem out of place, it all blended right in.
Boots and jeans, T-shirts that proclaim, “Let’s get naked!” (stretched over a beer gut is an amusing visual.) Then there’s the plaid question, too,
I’m thinking this a genetic item, although, as far as I know, science has yet to identify the plaid gene on the DNA helix. But I’m sure it’s there, and I’m pretty sure it’s a white thing. Or anglo, or whatever us pasty-white fellers are called these days.
I’ve owned several sets of plaid shorts. Think there’s still one pair crumpled up in the closet. Might stay there, too. I did evoke sheer dismay from a friend’s niece, as she shrieked when she saw my plaid shorts and loud Hawaiian shirt.
“You let him out dressed like that?”
Well, yeah, I dressed myself. It’s not easy to find items that clash so well.
So I was looking at the kids in the mall. White kids wear plaid shorts. Males, usually, although, it might not be exclusive. Any other ethnic variation? Solids, usually. More tasteful, too.
There is a regional sense of style, perchance a bit outlandish, perhaps a little larger than life, but that’s the way it goes.
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