Pretty effin' excited. I've still got my original, oversized safety pins from the 80s, and I was ready to stab some "they were asking for it" fabric with them.
Then I saw what The Powers That Be consider punk rock:
Yup. You guessed it. The bane of my existence:
More skinny pants and leggin's. Bloody 'ell.
Insert *Horror Scream* here.
Who is it exactly that hates American women so much over on Madison Avenue?
This "edge" trend is going to be soooo fun to make fun of. Can't wait to see ol' fire crotch and Simpson in it so we can make bollocks jokes.
But really, this fashionista debacle begs for another round of
What Would Joan Jett Do?
I'm pretty sure it would be "Kick in your poseur, lollipop head. And your little dog Toto, too."
Want real punk wear from the fringe?
Stick with grrrls who are Edge incarnate at Bust:
They've got your chic back.