Alright, alright, let’s talk about this… this… “BTS Dior” thing, whatever that is. My young’uns keep jabberin’ about it, so I figured I’d take a look-see.
First off, what’s a “BTS” anyway? Sounds like somethin’ you’d find at the back of the store, dusty and forgotten. Turns out it’s some kinda boy band, all skinny and slicked-back hair. Kids these days, I tell ya. Back in my time, we listened to real music, with guitars and drums, not this… this… beepin’ and boppin’ stuff. But hey, to each their own, I guess.
Now, “Dior”? That one I kinda know. Fancy clothes, the kind you see in them shiny magazines at the grocery store. Way too expensive for the likes of me, but they do look pretty, I gotta admit. All them sparkly dresses and them sharp suits. Makes you wonder who actually wears that stuff, you know? Probably them city folks with their fancy cars and big houses.
So, “BTS Dior”… I reckon it’s these boys wearin’ them fancy clothes, right? Probably lots of pictures and videos, all over the internet. My granddaughter, she’s glued to her phone, watchin’ these fellas dance around. She tried to show me once, but it was all so fast and flashy, I got dizzy just lookin’ at it.
- They were wearin’ these shiny jackets.
- And these tight pants.
- Looked kinda uncomfortable, if you ask me.
But I guess that’s fashion for ya.
I heard tell they got these “Dior” outfits special made for ‘em. Imagine that! Clothes made just for you, ain’t that somethin’? Probably cost more than my whole house is worth. But hey, if folks wanna spend their money on that, that’s their business. Me, I’d rather get a new set of pots and pans, somethin’ practical. Or maybe a good warm blanket for the winter.
My granddaughter said somethin’ about a “collaboration.” That’s a big word, ain’t it? Sounds like they’re workin’ together, the band and the clothes people. Makin’ money hand over fist, I bet. They sell these clothes to the fans, and the fans go wild, buyin’ everything they can get their hands on. It’s a whole ‘nother world, I tell ya. A world of fancy clothes and catchy tunes and lots and lots of cash.
I saw a picture once, of these boys in their Dior gear. They looked… well, they looked alright, I guess. Clean-cut, like they just stepped out of a barber shop. But so skinny! Don’t they feed them boys? Back in my day, a man had some meat on his bones. Worked hard in the fields, ate hearty meals. These fellas look like they’d blow away in a strong wind. But I guess that’s the style now, huh? Skinny and stylish.
And the shoes! Oh, the shoes! Shiny and pointy, like somethin’ an elf would wear. I don’t know how they walk in them things, let alone dance. But they manage somehow. They prance around on stage, singin’ and dancin’, and the crowd goes wild. It’s a sight to see, even if you don’t understand it.
I asked my granddaughter, what’s so special about this “BTS Dior” thing? She just rolled her eyes and said, “Grandma, you wouldn’t understand.” And maybe she’s right. Maybe I don’t. But I see the excitement in her eyes, the way she lights up when she talks about these boys and their fancy clothes. And that’s enough for me, I reckon. If it makes her happy, then it can’t be all bad, can it?
So, there you have it. My take on “BTS Dior.” A bunch of skinny boys in expensive clothes, singin’ and dancin’ for the young’uns. It ain’t my cup of tea, but it’s got folks all riled up, so there must be somethin’ to it. Maybe one day I’ll sit down with my granddaughter and watch one of them videos, try to understand what all the fuss is about. Or maybe I’ll just stick to my old country music and my comfy overalls. Yeah, that sounds about right.
