I overheard a woman and her teenage daughter at the thrift store the other day.
They were looking at evening dresses and vintage clothing and it looked, and sounded, like they were having a good time.

Suddenly, the daughter picked a poncho off the rack, squealed that high-pitched girly squeal, and asked her mother if she could have it.

"Sure," the mom said. "You know I used to wear those."

"So," the girl replied.

"Don't you think it's cool that you wear the same things I wore when I was your age?"

"No."

"Fine. Just get it and let's go."

"I don't want it," the suddenly surly teen said. "It sucks."

Ah, life with teenagers...You know, I wore ponchos in the 70s when I was a teenager, and now that they're back in style I realize just how silly we looked.

Who wants to look like Clint Eastwood in a spaghetti western? (Anyway, don't you think it's funny that pregnant celebrities wear tight shirts with a lot of belly sticking out, and the rest of us are supposed to wear ponchos?)

I found another poncho rant at Buzzstuff.