i’m not old…
…i’m “vintage”. there’s a difference.
i’ve noticed there’s a certain charm and attraction to the word “vintage”, particularly around austin. if you set up a booth at some swap meet or garage sale and label it “old ass jeans” you won’t make much money. you might move a good bit of product, but you won’t make much. meanwhile, the same merchandise labeled “vintage denim” would kill.
gotta love it.
i guess it’s a marketing thing – the way “kentucky fried chicken” became “kfc” right around the time it was determined that cholesterol was bad for you and fried food had shitloads of it. all of a sudden nobody wanted to eat fried food, so they took the word “fried” out of the equation so they could survive.
same thing in my current industry of choice – i’m not doing this on a “laptop” computer, because when they started to get thinner and lighter there was less insulation between the guts of the thing and your lap – and the guts would get kinda hot during prolonged use. one person burns themselves, a law suit comes from it, and WHAM! no more “laptops”…
…now they’re “notebooks”. i guess ’cause they kinda look like a spiral opened up half way.
(and it’s not grey, it’s “artic silver” – that always bugs me…have these marketing fucks BEEN to the artic? do they know that silver looks like up there?)
so the next time someone asks me how old i am, i’m not gonna tell them i’m “thirty-seven”. i’ll tell them i’m “vintage 1971”. it sounds better – let them do the math if they’re sober enough…