Holey Jeans, Batman! We Must Avoid Hollister! POW! BANG!


I don’t consider myself old, yet, so I still understand the coolness of torn up/holey jeans, but after returning DD’s jeans to Hollister yesterday, all I could think was…”Am I being punked?”

Over the weekend I took DD <dear daughter> and her cousin to Hollister. I was fortunate enough to snatch a bench directly in front of the store, so I could keep an eye on the girls (at least their comings and goings) without going inside. When I was lucky, I could spot them through a window. Why wouldn’t I go in? Lazy parenting? Tired? Um, no. If you’ve ever been there, and you’re not shopping for yourself…you know why. If you’ve ever walked by the place…you know why. I think you should be initiated on your own, but I’ll go on and spoil the surprise. That’s just a service I provide at no added cost to you.


Let me explain:


It’s possible that upon entering you have to sign a waver, but that could just be the bill. It’s hard to tell, because your eyes are probably watering before you stepped into the store anyway. First, they attack the senses. You can smell the store before you reach it. (I must take a moment … we have a surprise guest from the Other Side. It’s not Elvis… it’s Kurt Cobain from Nirvana!)

Kurt Cobain

ME: Kurt! We’re so honored that you stopped by our blog to comment on Hollister. I’m betting Hollister wishes you’d give them a good plug, huh?

KURT: Whatever.

ME: Well, I guess you know what I want you to say about how Hollister smells, right?

KURT: Whatever. Yeah man, it’s a pretty @#!!##@ obvious quote, but whatever, it’s your dime. It smells like teen spirit. Now buy my #$@@%$ albums.

ME: Wow. Thanks so much, Kurt.

KURT: Whatever.

Wow, that was pretty exciting huh? Kurt Cobain. I can’t believe my connections. Anyway, so Hollister sells their own perfumes and colognes in addition to clothing and various things within reach at checkout. The perfume/colognes permeate the air for about a store and half before you reach the front steps leading into Hollister. It’s not an entirely unpleasant smell, but there’s just so much of it.


It’s freaking dark. Yeah, bring a friggin flashlight. I don’t know if it’s ambiance, or disguise. What is odd to me is that Hollister’s whole theme is the beach & surfing. Which makes me ask, why the h@ll can’t I see anything? I don’t associate the beach with the dark. What am I, a vampire? Now a vampire theme, that would rock. I’d shop there, but no, this is the midnight surfing beach store. How dark is it? It’s so dark that the girls can’t even see themselves in the changing room. It’s like a weird circus mirror in there. The background disappears and it’s just you shadowed by some dim, misdirected lighting. You know what else goes well with darkness in a store? A few things. Oddly positioned chairs, cramped rooms, no direct path to anything and wandering, excited teenagers. You could totally fall over something in this store and no one would notice because it’s so dark! They also wouldn’t hear your cries, because it’s soooo…..


Loud! The music is good, really good, but it’s really freaking loud. Hey, you know what I said earlier about not being old. I’m thinking of that bumper sticker, “If it’s too loud, you’re too …” Nevermind. I’m sure that was referring to something else. Let’s move on just in case…


So many senses have been assaulted, including common sense. You can’t see anything clearly, including the clothes and prices. That’s why it’s dark. Insidious. This is where my story really began. By the time I reached the cash register to pay for DD’s jeans and her cousins shorts, I was in a fog. I didn’t really look at the jeans, as if I could see in there. I was just trying to hear what the girl behind the register was saying to me. “What? Huh?” I finally get everything paid for and we leave. When we get home I see that I’ve spent $60 on jeans that have holes all in them. The knees are threadbare, the pocket areas have holes in them, there’s a hole at the pant leg and the cuff looks like it has about 3 washes left before it rips off. So, I suggest to DD that these might not be the best choice. She actually agrees because her shoe keeps sticking to the holes in the cuff and tripping her. Whew. So, now all I have to do is…you guessed it…go back to Hollister.


When I return to Hollister with the decrepit jeans, I choose the exact same color and style, but without holes for DD. I navigate my way to checkout. While waiting in line in the dark, I spot something. Impossible. These non-holey jeans are $10 less than the exact same style and cut with holes. Sure enough, when I check out…the girl tells me that the $10 difference will be credited back to me. I stumble out of the dimly lit shop into the brightness of the mall and there’s no Ashton. I wasn’t even being punked.

Kurt says: Now buy my #$@@%$ albums.

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  1. Now that’s “Hee Haw knee-slappin” funny stuff right there. I actually heard that people snorted they laughed so hard while reading this.. I’d like to comment more…but there’s rarely a time I can add something useful, comic, or even remotely interesting compared to your original posts. Another great post JoyD!

  2. Ha! I have been in a Hollister 2 times in my life – both were 30 minutes of my life I’ll never get back! Perhaps they keep the lights so dim so that no one will question the outrageous price tags, or flimsy material! The loud music is definitely a plot to keep the adults out, but their money in!!!

  3. Ha Ha… next time I go I’m taking flashlights!!
    #D= <– flashlight 😉

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