Make no mistake: there’s no room for nuance here.
So much of looking the part implies being privy to the abstraction, the vague, patently amorphous, vehemently. But when you’ve decided you had enough, take a leaf out of ‘90s deal-with-me obnoxiousness and bring out the biggest gun: a carry-all that screams your alignment with and proximity to an era and movement that these days, is literally too cool to care about cool.
