Girls Will Be...

I get on the El this morning, and my train is filled with hipster kids. Some look like they rolled out of a dumpster, some look like they rolled out of Boy George’s closet, so I can’t help but look around.  Two kids right in front of me are particularly intriguing.  The girl is dressed like a Polish immigrant—babushka on her head, scarf covering her face, wool military-style jacket and clogs—so until I hear her speak, I honestly think she’s a foreigner.  The boy she’s with is quite the portrait—he’s wearing a multi-colored patchwork hippie-meets-Bill Cosby jacket, a hot pink flannel shirt, skinny acid wash jeans, construction boots and is carrying a bag covered in peace signs and crossbones. He’s got a John Conner haircut (circa Terminator) and a pedophile mustache. In a very soft, feminine, high voice, he says to the girl, “Our train has been stalled for 10 min. I hope we don’t miss our bus.” 

I immediately realize that this boy is not a boy at all.  This boy is most certainly a girl—with a mustache.  If androgyny is hip, then I was totally hip when I was 13 years old and was continually mistaken for Taylor Hanson.