To quote my pal, Rebekah, "Nobody seems cool anymore."
Now, I know that after the first fifteen or twenty years of life, you don't get new taste buds. Those pizza burns? Eventually you'll pay the price in the home when they bring you your gruel. You'll complain that your food just doesn't taste good anymore.
What about taste, though? The other taste.
Oh, I could use Elvis or Little Richard as examples of cool. I'm not interested in nostalgia, though. I'm not interested in any "back in my day" crap. Since I've mentioned them, I'll start my list with them and I'll add:
Maybe this is all sloshing around my cerebrum because of our loss of Gloria Vanderbilt. I still try to make sure that there is one red object in every room based on something I read, quoting her when I was a kid.
Now, do I seem fashionable? Do you think of me as someone who would take decorating advice from Gloria Vanderbilt?
You should probably know that I won't wear any tennis shoes other than Jack Purcells. That's what James Dean wore.
I'm not cool. Never was. Never will be. I do, however, have a very strong sense of style and I take my influence from the right ones.