I'll see your slobby chic and raise you one earthy elegance

We as a society (yes, I speak for everyone) like to organize things (of the pop culture persuasion in particular) into little sub groups...like music can't just be music and it can't even be generally classified as rock, but it's broken down into even smaller genres so that we can identify the group and say, "Yes, I would like that b/c I like this band and they're in the same group." Kind of like the transitive theory- if a=b and b=c then a=c and if I like a and I like b then I'll like c...I'm confused. My point, yes....my point. Oh, it's that fashion has, after what seems like years of the Olsens, mainly that (recovering) anorexic one, dressing like they couldn't be bothered w/ using a hairbrush or an iron, that perennial look of being hungover and grabbing your clothes from the hamper as you run out for your non-fat soy milk vanilla bean caramel mocha frappucinno, the fashion industry has thus declared their style to be the new rage...and rage, thy name is slobby chic. Wow, that took me a while to get to my point, didn't it? But why now? Why now are they labeling this bohemian style that I feel has already outworn its welcome? Maybe I'm just jealous b/c my style goes more in the direction of basic and boring (I'm a Velma, not a Daphne). I wonder when that will catch on. I feel tricked when I follow a fashion trend or icon, like I'm being led on, mainly to believe that if I dress like them I might be as cool them. But I won't. And are they even "cool" persay? Or is that another trick...manipulative bastard celebrities! And speaking of the word "cool" everytime I use it I actually feel the opposite effect. Maybe only certain people have the right delivery. I should work on that...my delivery.
R.