At first I thought this week's Style column had to be about Fashion Week (for the sake of relevance), but then I realized that no one but New Yorkers would actually care. And then I realized that even the New Yorkers are too busy being too cool to care. And what's up with that? When did caring become un-cool?
Somewhere between Reality Bites, the War on Terror, American Idol, and really, George W. Bush, we all got a little jaded, but when did showing any sort of genuine excitement become so decidedly un-hip?
Fashion Week is not the only example, but it's a great one. You can't win! If you're not into fashion, the whole thing is an exercise in vapidity; it's superficiality at its shallowest. And if you are into fashion or, more specifically, in fashion, then you're over it all.
And no, not everyone can be thin, rich, and or even invited, but can't we still embrace the frivolity of it all? Take ten days every 6 months to just ooh and ahh over pretty frocks and daydream about jewel-toned ruffles and dazzling sequins? I mean, what better timing? The weather's miserable, we've all got Seasonal Affective Disorder, and Punxsutawney Phil says spring is nowhere to be found.
Why are we so busy putting everything down, when we could be cheering each other up?
It's time to start looking on the bright side. I hereby declare Caring is the New Cool!
So, I say that it's OK to like your new favorite band, even if your hipster (read: Debbie Downer) friend tells you that they totally suck live. You know what? Who cares what they sound like? You'll be the one singing along! And the next time someone asks you your favorite TV show, it's OK to say Saved By The Bell or even Baywatch, and not because it's ironic, but because it's truly awesome, brain-numbingly entertaining programming. And you don't have to feel bad about loving Juno just because everyone else loves it, too. There's a reason for that. It's called being a cute movie, with really clever lines, and even a happy ending.
And hell, while we're on the topic (or not), maybe Hilary did cry, and maybe she really was sad, or maybe she was just tired, or maybe, you know, it doesn't really matter, because there are millions of people dying in Sudan, and the only person people want to listen to is George Clooney, but in all seriousness, it's Super Tuesday, and on what other day could caring be more cool?
Well I, for one, care that it's Super Tuesday, and I care that I'm voting, and finally, I honest-to-blog care that it's Fashion Week. (Then again, maybe that's because I'm not going to any shows, nor am I invited to any parties. Whatever, parties are sooo last season.)
But if all of this positivity is too much for you, try, at least, to embrace the little things. I hear Exclamation Marks are making a comeback. According to an editor friend, "All my jaded journalist friends are using them again! And our e-mails have taken a much more positive turn!"
The proof is in the pudding, people!