these are things that i don't understand

i do not get greasers. since moving to san diego, i have encountered greasers for the first time. and i have to say that i do not get it. i don't have much more to say on the topic. i've been trying to find a suitable photo so that you may also not get it with me, but i can't find one. i just know that today, when i was in the whole foods parking lot, a respectable lil prius parked next to me and out popped a chick with magenta hair and real short bangs up in a bandana or some such shenanigans and i said to myself, "i do not get this." kind of like how i never really got jincos, or whatever those heinous tent pants were that could fit like three of your friends in each leg. but, i guess those people would question my clean-cut sense of style. all those pastels! all those polo shirts! all that seersucker! all that gap! grosssssss.