ON SHORT SHORTS

We remember, with regretful consciouses, the days of cargo past. But, really, that’s just a fancy-pants way of saying, we remember those horrible, wretched, disgusting, awful, heart-wrenching, pitiful, ‘don’t look at me funny, I’m macho. No really, I am! Stop, I’m crying now’ days where our greatest fear was to unknowingly expose our knees to the world.

NO. STOP. YOU CAN’T. YOU CAN’T LOOK AT OUR KNEES. STOP, YOU, PERV.

The solution? Cargo shorts. We really don’t need to say anything more about them. They don’t deserve our words.

All we’ve left to say now is: LOOK, we’re standing in front of pink columns in short shorts! Be bold. Be daring. Be confident. Easy, breezy, beautiful, Covergirls! Somehow that just rolled off our tongues.

Ten years ago, we would have (both) chased the query of wearing short shorts with an “LOL! Y3ah RiGhT. G2G. ROFL. I’d n3v3r bE cAUgHt DEAD x_x in short shorts,” because, yeah we were probably on AIM (you could find us at punkrocker90162, spritenfries). Then again, ten years ago, we were both making out with girls in movie theaters while wanting to be ‘best friends’ with Jesse McCartney. So, there’s also that.

All these words are meant to simply say, BE BOLD. BE DARING. BE CONFIDENT. And DON’T EVER WEAR CARGO SHORTS AGAIN.

But, moving on to what’s more important than all of these words about cargo shorts: WHAT WE’RE ACTUALLY WEARING (we caps-lock so much because YOLO. #caps-lock4lyfe). Just two weeks ago, we instantly fell in love with Frank & Oak’s latest surf capsule collection, Hanalei Bay.

Upon debating with each other who gets what (‘No, Brock, I’m getting the white cotton shorts. NOT you’), we finally acquired some pieces from the collection for ourselves, leading to the inevitable consequence of having our walk-in closet burst at the seams from our shopping addiction… We really just have way too many clothes.

Actually. No. NO. We take that back. You can never have too many clothes. Never. #hoarders4lyfe