21st century chunk

Poem: 21st century chunk

Chunky cars

Chunky shoes

Chunky chips

And

Chunky hair

Is it the fashion?

Why does ‘the chunk’ appear to be everywhere?

When some walk round a bit grumpy and crooked

Must be down to their…underwear

 

 

Review: 21st century chunk

The bigger the better? Who says?

According to the poet, huge, large, and oversized thick things appear to be everywhere. Everywhere? Let me put that to the test and have a quick cultural scan as I go around in London…I’ve seen the big earings, yes. Cookies (of the biscuit kind), yes. Scooters, yes. Motor vehicles?  Yes, I agree with that. There are more of them on the big side compared to how cars looked on the roads years ago. Almost as huge as minibuses or a cement mixer truck! Ok, I may be exaggerating a bit, but have I missed something here? Have humans evolved to being the size of elephants or walruses? Come off it!

Shoes? well yes, I have seen more big shoes around. Are feet bigger too?

With chips, there have always been big chips as well as the skinny ones, no? Chunky hair? Well poet, hmm, not really. It’s not the 1980’s where hair and the ozone layer were at the mercy of hair spray to ‘achieve’ that fashionable solid looking chunk of a hair style, looking very helmet – like! Oh, how I laugh and cringe. Oh, how I’d glad I was not an adult during that time in my life. What I have noticed when it comes to hair today, the opposite is true. The ‘fashion’ is that there appears to be more and more chunky heads around. Folically challenged gentlemen and women of all ages. Everywhere I go in London. Thinning hair to complete baldness. If that is a fact and not just a one off, then what could that be attributed to? Stress? Climate change? Changes in diet? Fewer comb overs? A new crisis of some kind? Has a general malaise, or a wave of a shock descended on to mankind fuelled by the media? So many stories of so many kinds. I daren’t dabble.

I find it humorous that the poet believes that the ‘style’ of ‘chunky’ has found its way to underwear. The poet has noticed people are walking around looking grumpy and crooked. Could that be down to something as simple as a choice of underwear? It’s easily solved isn’t it, if proven to be problematic? With so many things, why be a fashion victim?

 

To follow a fashion isn’t always the best thing to do if discomfort of any kind, is the price you pay for it.

A sense of personal style doesn’t need to be compromised or to be at the mercy of a fad.

I’d rather be happy and straight stepping with liking what I have and having what I like.