- Their choice in clothing.
- Their hair.
- Their apparent inability to smile.
Let's begin with their choice in attire. In the past I've discussed my own fashion blunders, so I really shouldn't be throwing stones for fear of my glass house shattering. But really. Do any of you know any males, aged 15-20, that wear clothes like these?
Capri pants for men? I think not.
On the subject of pants, has the pendulum swung so far to the other side that instead of low rider baggy jeans that expose the majority of the wearer's undergarments teens are now wearing jeans so tight I'm only left to wonder how in the world they ever get them on in the first place? Look at the oldest brother in the picture above. His pants are so tight he can't even properly place his hands in his pockets!
And not to be graphic or crude (and Relish, if you're still reading this please skip on down to the next paragraph. Thank you so much), but is it really a good idea for boys this age to be wearing pants that tend to *ahem* accentuate certain parts of the anatomy? Because from what I've gathered, boys this age tend to be easily, um, well, you know. Excited and stuff. And I'm just not sure that it's a wise fashion choice to be putting yourself out there, if you know what I mean. Plus, I imagine pants that snug make bathroom emergencies all the more urgent, and it just plain doesn't look like a very comfortable.
What's with the hair? I know there's a resurgence of the long haired hippy look on junior high and high school aged boys, and I'm okay with that. But at no time in history will I ever embrace the side swept bang look on an 18 year old boy. Especially when he pulls it off better than I do.
As for the other two, well, I guess their coifs are acceptable. A little shaggy for my own personal taste, but at this point their hair is the least of their worries as seen in the preceding pictures.
Finally, I can't stand it when famous people pose for pictures and never smile. The rule is that when a camera is aimed at you, you smile. It's the way of the world, the law of the land. So when celebrities act all suck-in-my-cheek-bones-while-looking-aloof-and-slightly-annoyed-with-all-of-the-fanfare-happening-around-me, it just irks me.
I mean no ill will toward these boys. I've never watched their movies nor, to my knowledge, have heard any of their songs; I'm sure they are very well-rounded, talented individuals. The appear to be more wholesome than others in their demographic, choosing to wear chastity rings and vowing to save themselves for marriage as opposed to appearing semi-naked on Vanity Fair or making the news with repeat visits to rehab. Perhaps my intense reaction to photographs (and the very existence) of this teen sensation has something to do with some kind of innate parental rejection of all things which appeal to and directly advertise toward young children. We're still solidly in the world of Dora, Sesame Street, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse here at Casa de One Carbon Hill, but I'm sure the dawn of the Nickelodeon Tween Cult invasion is on the horizon sooner than I am willing to admit. For now, Miley is just the name of a little girl at the baby sitter's, and Zac Efron is just a face Shortcake recognizes as the guy in Elizabeth Taylor's favorite movie.
Is there anyone that elicits a similar reaction in you? Someone, by merely glancing at their picture or hearing a sound byte of their voice, makes you want to hit something? Even if there's not, please lie to me and tell me there is because I don't think I could live with the guilt of such violent thoughts otherwise.