ARE YOU TOO OLD FOR THIS?
Fresh Kicks Aren’t Worth the High Blood Pressure
Between bot-sniping teenagers, engineered scarcity, and having a damn life, I’m being forced into a life of brunch boots
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I’m 33 years old. It’s a weird age, teetering between being in touch and stuck in my ways. And I know I’m not the only one standing at the intersection of Young Buck and Old Head. Every time something comes along, whether it’s slang or pop culture or a new tech platform, you confront the same question: Am I too old for this? That’s why I’m here — to work through these conundrums on your behalf, on a weekly basis. Together, hopefully, we can face some harsh truths about our own washedness.
I remember exactly where I was when the sneaker game broke me: in my bathroom. The shower was running, steam billowing out, offering a bit of relaxation. I’d just left the gym and was feeling that good endorphin-loaded euphoria. The time was exactly 9:59 a.m. EST. I had my hand on my phone, with Nike’s SNKRS app, which allegedly lets consumers purchase shoes as soon as they are released, at the ready. I wanted to buy the Melody Ehsani Jordan 1 Mids for…
