Here's My Story. . .

To abandon that old cliche of "everyone and their brother," I have chosen to illustrate this issue with "everyone and their entire family reunion" have jumped on the Converse Bandwagon. It seems that a plague of Chuck Taylor's have infested every class here at Tumwater and have interupted life far beyond. This epidemic frustrates a number of us, yet there are some willing to endure the inundation of this nuisance and welcome it with open and loving arms. Now, don't consider the shoe itself a particular pest, but the fact that everyone owns a pair. These shoe-shaped locusts have been seen in an array of colors ranging from the classic red and black to neon green and hot pink. The spectrum is as astounding as the numbers that the seemingly nonbiased shoe takes for its prey, as all walks of life (yes, pun intended) have been selected. Everyone has decided that this modish style must not only lack the necessary insecticide of unpopularity, but more should be bred.

Not everyone who is clad in Converse has been a patron since the beginnings, as no on ecan be becasue a whole new flock of us reach for them at a certain point. But most insist upon broadcasting "cool" rays as they showcase these shoes accompanied by American Eagle jeans and Abercrombie sweaters. Or maybe they read up on supposed "emo" fashions in an issue of Seventeen magazine and decided Converse would make them "different" and "hard-core." Some of us have supported Converse for a number of years and have suffered through the shoes' uprising in fame. Popular icons made this style of shoe something to be emulated with the promise of coolness lingering only if you wear this specific shoe. But not everyone is deserving enough to sport the Chuck Taylor name, despite how hypocritical that may seem (mind you, I did have a fantastic pair of plaid ones way back in elementary school). Personally, my participation in donning the Converse shoe isn't about fashion or upholding the "look" of a certain "scene" but the fact that I enjoy them on my feet. Now, you may argue that you too enjoy just wearing them, ask yourself, did you originally purchase them for the appeal to others? Were you fueled by aspirations of exuding a hip persona? Also, did a teeny-bopper magazine influence you, or MTV? If any of these scenerios apply to you, you are NOT justifiable in bearing the Chuck Taylor label. If you perhaps saw the local "cool" people flaunting them around and resolved to imitate them by grabbing a pair from your local vendor then you, by definition, are not allowed to wear said Converse shoe. This obviuosly cannot be enforced, of course, but do know that all of us supposedly "uncool" folk are disappointed in the new trend and how the godd Chuck Taylor name has been disparaged and exploited by all of you posers augmenting your image.

Now that my rant is over, did I maybe elucidate the problem and open some eyes to how horrid things have become? Well, tough cookies because I am pissed and all of you can either join the pissful bliss, continue destroying the very essence of Converse, or reamin neutral and go on your merrie way. . .