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Y'all are missing the point of "millennial optimism."
If you weren't middle class or above, there was no optimism. There was coping.
Those Toms shoes in so many pictures would have cost me 8 hours of work. Doc Martens, 12 hours of work. The SLR cameras that were hipster staples were a whole paycheck. I didn't have that stuff.
Even this background song people are using isn't optimistic! It was about grieving people who had died and wanting to join them! We were masters of putting a cheerful enough face on the existential horror that people looked away from the pain.
This "blazer over a band t-shirt" look was for a job interview, bc I was making $8/hour as an assistant manager at Radio Shack, and Journeys was paying $9. The store manager complimented my style and then hired a size 2 blonde, because being a size 14 was a cardinal sin back then.
One thing we did do, though? We drank. The reason stomp-clap music goes so hard with drunk people is because we were all drunk then. The hipsters had craft beer and the party kids had flavored vodka, but we were all bombed out of our minds. We weren't hopeful, we were hung over. 😆