HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS

Skip your 10 year high school reunion.

Ask anyone who followed that advice and at most they'll express three minutes of regret, if only because an open bar is an open bar. It's not normally good business to shred strangers' dreams, but whatever fantasy scenario you’ve created in your mind about walking in to your reunion and standing up to the neighborhood bully or finally winning over your English class crush should remain just that, a dream. 

Even if you're convinced you’ve changed since then - and dear god, hopefully most of us have - you still spent grades 1-12 with some of these people, so you need at least 12 more years to counterbalance their influence with that of people whom you have more in common with than just a zip code. And today, when social media is constantly shoved in front of us like your head in a junior high swirly, you already know what everyone you cared about in high school is up to. Want to see if Becky and Derrick lived happily ever after? Facebook treats you to the details of their messy divorce in real time. Feel like reconnecting with your old tennis doubles partner? It only takes thirty seconds to send her a DM on Instagram. 

The people who anxiously await their 10 year reunion - you can identify them as they constantly bombard the email chain with, “CAN’T WAIT TO SEE U GUYS NEXT WEEK!” - either peaked in high school, which, yikes, just got involved in some sort of multi-level marketing scheme and know a captive audience of hundreds is just dying to hear their pitch or fell in to a high-paying job through right place right time luck and can’t wait to flaunt their Mercedes and trophy spouse to jealous (but in reality ambivalent) onlookers. 

Hell, it’s also worth pointing out that by age 28 hardly anyone has accomplished anything of real substance. Sure, you’ve traveled some or gotten married, and a few people you know have been on TV for one thing or another, and a handful of classmates have had kids. But given four years of college for most people, ten years after graduation isn't really sufficient time to make the downside risk of getting stuck at a table with Jason, the weird guy who used to leave anonymous handwritten notes in your high school girlfriend’s locker, worth it.

Any reunion after ten years you’re good to attend. Twenty, 30 or 50 years after shaking Principal Nelson’s hand as you walk across the auditorium stage is enough time to both forget old wounds as well as let some of the noise around young accomplishment settle. When you’re closer to 40 or 70 than 21, the town you once called home has changed, grown or shrunk, been left behind or leapt in to the future, and reminiscing about the old days means nostalgia instead of eye rolls.

Wait a second. Who the fuck are we kidding? You’re not going to follow this advice. You’re probably reading this while waiting to get your haircut before tomorrow night's Richmond High Class of ’07 meets for a wild night at the Arlington Double Tree. If we can’t convince you otherwise, the least you can do is show up in this Greg Lauren Fleece Pullover and send the message that, "Hey, I may have been a nerd back then but now I’m a much better looking nerd who spends half my rent money on hand sewn, deconstructed, layered shirts from Ralph Lauren’s nephew." That’ll show them.

 

Price:  $988

Brand:  Greg Lauren

Store:  A Ma Maniere

Why:  With more interviews and profiles than you can shake an artisan stick at, Greg Lauren is one of today's fastest rising American designers. Nephew of the imitable Ralph Lauren, Greg's work is part clothing and part sculpture. No two pieces are the same, combining pieces of vintage garments together to create wearable art. This fleece pullover is at once both something old yet completely new, with a white t shirt, bluish green sweatshirt and plaid button down sewn together to make a beautiful clothing Frankenstein that will stand out in the best way possible.