Ben Taylor

As I was doing my usual afternoon contemplation of the general universe on the bus this afternoon, a thought struck me. With a rake. It hurt. This thought screamed at me “WHAT THE HELL IS WITH CLOTHES?!!?” This idea-provoking  and extremely violent thought got me thinking. Why do we wear clothes? To cover up our nakedidity? Ah, but Adam and Eve didn’t worry about that did they, until Mr. Serpent was all like “Oi! Clothes!” Did you know “Eden” translates to “Garden of Convinently Located Bushes”? True story. But back to clothes. Do we wear them for a sense of identity? I like to think so. Me, I enjoy wearing ties. Nobody else wears ties. I’m “That weird awesome kid who wears ties all the time” at school. (Or “the kid with the freaky hole in his chest”) This gives me a sense of identity. I fell different from all the jean-and-T-shirt goons out there. Pop-culture seems to discourage individuality. I’ve always tried to go against the…mold? Stroke? Grain. There we go. What about you? How do you dress? Humbly? Provocatively? Like a gangsta? Wangsta? Delecious-emo-guitar-playing-ninja? …’Cause I know a few of those.