Oh goodness… I cannot decide if it is a Pet Peeves week or a Grumpy Old Lady week. Maybe those are synonymous because the cobwebs in my head have returned and everything happening on the planet is irritating my state of being. Oh goodie.
 
Twice in the last month, I have nearly been delivered back into the arms of my maker because distracted drivers ran a stop sign – both times, at the same intersection! If I had not slammed my brakes, I would have been toast. It is a stop sign that has been there for years! Now, I was either not supposed to be traveling to that small neighboring town, or someone in the great beyond decided I needed a wake-up call.
 
Either way, the real question is . . . why can’t people pay attention? It just appears to me that we are becoming a generation of self-absorbed morons. Okay, yes, I know, that is a bit harsh. Let’s just call them idiots. But what does it take to understand that you are not the only person on the road? News Flash - more than likely, your agenda is no more important that anyone else’s.
 
And to add insult to injury, every day – Every. Single. Day. – I watch people, young and old, run a red light. While I am looking at a green light and moving my right foot from the brake pedal to the accelerator, a car speeds across the intersection right in front of me. And I thank God every day that I am paying attention and count to three before moving forward. Of course, the car behind me is honking nonstop, like a crazed lunatic, during that momentary life-saving inconvenience.
 
But traffic is not my only Holy Grail of the month. Who decided that having holes in your jeans is fashionable? Growing up, of course, obviously in the “olden days,” holes in clothing meant you were either poor or your mother could not sew.
 
So down the internet black hole, I jumped. Most historians report that the distressed denim trend found its way into the punk culture as far back as the 1970s (thank you Iggy Pop). They say it was a symbol of revolt and an expression of anger against society. I guess punk wasn’t my crowd, because the only distressing I remember back then was maybe some fray at the bottom of the legs from dragging on the ground. It was short-lived.
 
By the 1990s this subculture political statement became popular again and was accepted by a wide variety of cultural influences, cementing its place as a mainstream fashion piece. I do not know about you, but emulating a social media influencer, model, or celebrity by exposing my thighs, knees, or anything else just isn’t an option. To me, it is not even a valid choice.
 
Okay – lecture over. I feel much better, thank you. Is it too early in the day for wine? Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.

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