Many of the little wannabe toughies in my neighborhood wear these enormously long tshirts. I mean, I realize that you need a really long shirt to go with your outrageously sagged pants. I get that. But when the shirt goes to your knees, and then you wear an only moderately oversized hooded sweatshirt, the overall effect is that these supposed bad-asses appear to be wearing outfits I’m used to seeing on hippiechicks in parking lots: hoodies with a skirt over pants. Who knew the line was so blurred between gangstas and trustafarians?