So, for awhile now, my eighteen-year-old brother (of frequent guest post fame) has wanted to get a pair of aviator sunglasses. Whenever he comes to my house, he puts on my favorite pair of Valentinos and admires himself in the mirror, muttering things like, "If only! If only!" As soon as I suggest he wear them outside, though, he screeches, "NO!," slams them down on the table, and reverts back to a life spent squinting into the sun.
His reasoning for this is simple: "I don't want to look like a fuckin' douchebag."
I'm all for wearing what you want, but life's rough out there for a teenage boy. My other brother got pulled over eight times by the same cop just for wearing a sideways baseball cap. Which was pretty douchey, yeah, but still.
Remember how I encouraged you to vote in the primaries? Well, this is way more important.