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I just got back from buying groceries at the Hancock Center H-E-B. A young mother was pushing her two children and her five-year-old son had a cookie-monster-blue faux-hawk. It seemed to be the mom's fashion statement more than the kid's and I hoped he wasn't in school yet, since he could take a lot of crap over that.

In my old West Philly neighborhood, there was a mother and daughter I often saw walking together. The mom had short, graying hair, and sported the whole L.L. Bean look with polar fleece and hiking boots. The daughter, who looked 14 or 15, was straight out of 1978 punk culture with the black motorcycle jacket, plaid bondage pants, and, at times, a 4-inch mohawk spiring overhead. I smirked whenever I saw the holding hands and chatting as they walked down the sidewalk.