That must be hard, almost baffling, to accept that there are indeed people who really dont give a sh*t about this crap.
Exactly I grew up poor as dirt. I remember mayonasise sandwiches, hot dogs for breakfast, lunch, dinner clothes and fashion didn’t mean anything to us. We were taught substance over style. Hell my first bass was a FOXXE bass which my dad had to glue the neck back together because it was a throw away from a local music store called Bronens Music...trust me some people really don’t care.

