18 January 05
Dunkin’ Donuts girls
One of the added bonuses of spending so much of last weekend travelling by car was that I learned, via my math teacher birding friend, what is considered cool among teenagers in Massachusetts these days.
There are the obvious things—iPods, for instance, the newer and snazzier the better. He’s given up trying to regulate cellphone use in last period (it’s illegal to use your cellphone in class) and instead starts off telling everyone to check their messages now before the end of school so they can get the scoop on what’s happening afterwards—which siblings to pick up, where their parents are going to be. (They all have cars and they all drive them to work, which makes for interesting town hall meetings when a new $300,000 parking lot for the high school is being discussed; riding the bus is, you guessed, not cool.)
And then: there’s the distinction between Starbucks girls and Dunkin’ Donuts girls.
Teenage girls apparently all show up to school looking like their mothers these days, which is to say they’re holding the obligatory cup of coffee complete with handprotector and plastic lid. Coffee at Dunkin Donuts makes sense: it’s good, it’s cheap, it’s easy to park, and there’s no line.
But of course it’s not cool.
So the girls aspiring to coolness at Andover High have to get up earlier in order to park, stand in line for ages, and get their exorbitant latte, so that when the question gets asked “is she a Starbucks girl or a Dunkin Donuts girl?”, they will come out on the right side of a divide whose significance is known only to their peers and that will one day, soon if they’re lucky and way longer if they’re not, come to seem as absurd as it does to old farts like me who don’t like coffee, least of all the overpriced gunk that pours forth from Starbucks.
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So what I don’t get is: Why is it so cool to stand in line?
Because the lack of a line at DD is because, well, they’re not besieged by the girls trying to be cool.
Whenever I see a line of people huddled in the rain—not to vote or get soup, but to get into a NIGHTCLUB—I think, “This is why I’ll never fit in. I wouldn’t do that to be cool …”
Too bad so few kidz ever figure out that the coolest way to be cool is not to care whether you’re cool or not. And what are they all doing, drinking coffee while they’re still growing? We weren’t allowed!
I don’t know. Again, there’s nothing new about this. It’s just that the belief seems to escalate, and to become more and more entrenched, as time goes on. J Crew or Abercrombie was bad enough – one could at least make the argument that one’s clothes are expressive – but DD or SBs? It’s tragic.
But yeah, I’ve long had issues with those who confuse style with substance. There’s nothing wrong with style on its own, but it’s not a good substitute for something more substantial and lasting.
I guess that makes me profoundly uncool by the standards of the high school elite, but honestly? I’ll take my brand of cool over theirs any day. *g*
my daughter loves mochas, but we get ‘em from the radical coffee place with a drive-thru. does that mean she’s going to end up labeled goth? :-)