I meant to write about this a few days ago, Sunday actually, but never got around to doing it. While searching on Amazon for a present for my son, a coat, I was reminded of our drive through Georgetown and how utterly freakish it was to see how everyone was dressed IDENTICALLY. I suppose in order to be welcome in this very expensive section of Washington DC you must be wearing the following outfit: Blue jeans (trendy), black leather shoes (trendy), a (trendy) scarf, and above all else, a black coat. Now, the coat can be only one of two styles, but it must be black or you stand out, people point and stare - it's just not pretty. The coat must be a leather jacket, short and unadorned, simple in style and cut, or a wool peacoat - and don't forget, (trendy).
This area of DC is supposed to be trendy - the shops certainly are, but absolutely every single person I saw was wearing this same outfit. This goes against the very nature of every single store in "the zone" - trendy was all you saw in the windows.
What freaked me out the most, however, is that when I looked at what Venti and I were wearing, we were wearing the uniform, too!!! That's it - we've become LIKE THEM!! We're moving. I'm serious. 10 months from now we'll be back on the west coast and away from the Stepford communities here. I can't take it anymore - there is NO individuality, you MUST conform or you're a freak - and I always wanted to live in a town full of freaks, but not THIS kind of freaky!
I saw two girls in Georgetown who knew what they were doing, one had bleached platinum hair with a long black streak, her friend had purple hair, neither of them were wearing anything black and they both were laughing quite largely. Nobody in the black coats was laughing - another oddity. Fuckin Republicans.
I can't wait to move, I can't wait to not be ashamed of my real self, to express my inner self on the outside - and if I do decide to wear my black leather jacket, I'll know that I won't be in the majority - and that feels good.
I wonder what all of those people in Georgetown on Sunday REALLY wanted to be wearing. Who are they really? If they stopped hiding their true selves and just allowed their real selves to shine, what would I have seen instead? Why were they all so unhappy on such an incredibly beautiful Fall day? They must have had money - nobody shops there who doesn't, so it can't be that they were all financially sick - money can't buy happiness for these people I guess. Now - give me a shot at that one and I'll be happy, still not wear the "uniform" and probably dye my hair blue.
Another point I'd like to make about Georgetown is that NOBODY knows how to drive - you aren't even safe walking in this area because of it. I saw many people get nearly mowed down by idiots who don't know the "people in crosswalks get to go before you, asshole" law. Nobody, not a single soul will let you out of an intersection, ever. You MUST drive like an asshole to get out of Georgetown. I felt a little better once we got back into Virginia - but I think I'll feel a hell of a lot better once we get 3,000 miles away.
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