I needed a winter hat and for Christmas my mom gave me a fruitilicious one.
“I thought you would like the colors!” she said. She quickly added that I could return it if it wasn’t my style (isn’t it great how you can spot European colorfulness a mile away–even though she bought the hat in Vermont.)
Anyhow, the hat is ridiculous but I need to keep my keppy warm so I’ve been wearing it. I like to ask people, sotto voice, “Be truthful,” and then I whip out of the hat, “Do I lose my street cred with this hat?”
Some people say, “No, it’s fine,” while others don’t skip a beat, “Yes, you sure do.” It’s not that the people who say it looks okay are lying–though some might be–it’s just a matter of taste.
Last night, Jon DeRosa went out for a meal and I asked him if the hat made me lose my street cred.
“Yes,” he said, “but you get some of it back just by having the balls to wear it.”