this afternoon marks the second time i've been on telegraph in berkeley and gotten harassed for not matching. yes, matching. the first time i was walking by amoeba records and this guy behind me wearing baby-blue and yellow bapes and a baby-blue and yellow polo shirt started yelling at me. and i quote: "don't wear those shoes with that shirt! don't be wearing those shoes!" today may have been for a similar reason...walking by a group of kids on telegraph, and i paraphrase, "n-words ain't even matching and shit." which leads me, i suppose, to my tangent of the day: hardcore passive-aggressiveness.

hardcore passive-aggressiveness is most often used in situations where a person wants to address an issue, but must do so in a passive manner because directly addressing the particular issue may pose a threat to the hardcore image that must be maintained. in this situation with the kid on telegraph, it would have been an arduous challenge to maintain a gangster impression with a direct comment such as, "ooh, uh uh child, those shoes donot match with that outfit. not kee-yoooot." so with his chosen tactic, he was able to keep it real in front of his posse, and strut his fabulous fashion sense to me.

now i don't consider myself a grand fashionista or anything, but i don't think that i dress so horribly that i needed hyphy fashion police to point me in the right direction. it's very difficult for me to take fashion tips from someone who's 5'3" and wears a XXXL white-t. the last thing i need is for my outfit to be criticized by someone dressed like a marshmallow with a grill.

okay, that's all i'm going to say about it. it's just pretty annoying to have my style bagged on in berkeley of all places...i mean, it's berkeley...we're talking about a town where half the wardrobe is made up of hemp ponchos and jog-a-thon t-shirts.

anyway, the mission was accomplish and i splurged a bit on these musical confections:












woohoo! i could get used to this "being in the same town for multiple weeks" thing!