Fashion Rebel?

I've never worn "edgey" clothes before. In high school we had a rule that we must always look "neat, clean, and appropriate," and it just stuck with me. That is until I found this pair of ripped jeans for a killer price. I felt so naughty purchasing them that I asked the cashier if she thought everything would be OK.

So far, planets have not collided. Sirens do not follow me around. People have not assumed that I'm some punk kid who doesn't rewind her videotapes when she returns them to Blockbuster. . .

(As you can tell, I'm a little behind the times.)