Emo, Rocker, Chav, Wannabe, Yah, Goth, Indie, Geek, Gansta, Extremist, Blah, Blah, Blah. The list really could go on. For those of you that have not yet caught on to what I’m talking about, this is a list of style cliques that I’m sure you could recognise yourself belonging to.
What I’m finding at the moment, especially when it comes to my wardrobe, is that the line between style tribes is becoming increasingly thin.
If I wear hoop earrings, does that make me a Chav?
If I wear Ugg boots, does that make me a Yah?
If I wear a shirt, does that make me a Geek?
If I paint my nails black, do I then belong to the Emo crowd, sitting around all day listening to My Chemical Romance and dying my hair a matching shade?
Nope, nope, nope and definitely not.
I really do admire those of you out there who are able to stick to the rules of your ‘gang’ and flaunt the appropriate uniform off like there really is no tomorrow. But when it comes to me I tent to throw on whatever’s clean and hope for the best.