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October 7, 2004

Run a Comb Through That

Oy. Signs that you are undoubtedly getting older and that ten years is like a giant world of difference:

While talking to a friend with a teenaged son, you find yourself saying I just want to run a comb through his hair or One day a girl that he likes will tell him that he needs to comb his hair and the scruff style will be over in a split second. You find yourself still thinking about it the next morning as you sit on the F train and have to hold yourself back from the urge to grab the little middle-schooler in a Rage Against the Machine t-shirt so that you can run a brush through his highlighted, bleached hair.
Talk about shades of your mother [callalillie's mom, circa 1992: You look like an amoeba in those giant clothes/Sometimes I am embarrassed to walk down the street with you.]

You accidentally think the word slacks while window-shopping.

While weaving through the maze of teenagers at Carvel/Mojos in Park Slope, you find yourself cursing them and wondering where their parents are. Then you remember that ten years ago you were hanging out on a bench in Port Jefferson, doing the obnoxious thing, tagging, smoking cigarettes, and other teenage taboo sundries. You try to love the 13-17 year old Park Slope set. You fail.

You realize that, should you see one of your friends' kids doing something wrong, it's your responsibility to tell on them, even though 3/4 of the time you still think you're the same age.

You discover that there are a myriad of photographs of you sitting in work clothes at your breakfast bar drinking a cup of coffee and reading a New Yorker/NY Times�looking like some sort of twenty-something, semi-professional gargoyle.

Posted by callalillie at October 7, 2004 8:24 AM | Introspect

COMMENTS

mmm...carvel...

Posted by: tien at October 7, 2004 9:18 AM

they make some yum-ass pistachio soft ice cream.

Posted by: corie at October 7, 2004 9:20 AM

mmm...pistachio...my favorite...

Posted by: tien at October 7, 2004 9:26 AM

Oy is right. As a teenage skate punk, my mom would say I looked like an orphan. In college, my dad predicted I would semi-preppy soon enough. Whaddya know? Today I'm wearing a broadcloth J. Crew button-down and purple wool sweater with khakis. The kid in me is pissed off. My pops was right, the fucker. I'm consoled only by the fact that everything was free.

Posted by: jos� at October 7, 2004 9:32 AM

Does this mean you have the urge to brush my hair?

Posted by: Alexis at October 7, 2004 9:35 AM

Lex-- no, only your sideburns.

Jose-- in HS, a friend of mine and I compiled a three paged list of comments made by our parents about our appearance. I believe one involved You look like a Biafra victim in that outfit. Of course, that friend had her entire head shaved save a tuft in the front and I was cinching mens stovepipe jeans, size 42, around a 28" waist.

Ah, teenagers. I miss my big pants.

Posted by: corie at October 7, 2004 9:49 AM

*you see your friend callalillie walking down Smith Street but don't say hi because it looks likes she's having a nice conversation and you have nothing comparably engaging to say.

*moments later you run into Kris Moreno and discuss wise investments.

*you feel depressed because you have nothing to invest.

Posted by: will at October 7, 2004 10:26 AM

big wank. should have said hi. weird how "little mt. sinai" can be found in south brooklyn...

if it makes you feel any better, i have nothing to invest, either. at least you're getting married.

Posted by: corie at October 7, 2004 10:34 AM

christine has yet to divulge her interest rates.

Posted by: will at October 7, 2004 11:05 AM

My guess is that she's pretty high yield.

Posted by: corie at October 7, 2004 11:11 AM

Weird how little Mt. Sinai can be found congragating on the www. I've got you both beat.

I'm older.

I don't own property.

I'm not getting married (Proud flaming governmental and socially rejected homosexual)

I'm a college educated 27 year old bartender for god's sake.

And as the world keeps taking things away from me, I keep rebelling against the world. I recently streaked my hair red, bought a pair of doc marten's and a black dickie's work shirt. Some might say I'm going retrograde, others might say I'm only fooling myself. Ah, at least I'm breathing.

Posted by: Jason at October 7, 2004 3:44 PM

in high school my mom liked to say "your hair makes you look like a porn star."

ah, to thine own self be true!

Posted by: ChrisG at October 7, 2004 4:33 PM

Jay, feeling a little self-pitying lately? Aw, come on. You're not much older, there's a whole set of us who won't marry anytime soon, legally or not, and I still have a pair of Dr. Martins in my closet.

Besides, I hear you're all rockabilly now, and that scares me.

Chris, it's odd that your mother would be the one to say that. Did you have a Dirk Diggler nickname?

Posted by: corie at October 7, 2004 4:50 PM

Ew, Chris, ew.
And what boy hairdo constitutes a porn star look, anyway? If you had a big old mustache, okay, but...hairdo?

Posted by: abby at October 8, 2004 9:44 AM