There are more that a few of us that are still longing for those days when In Utero was the top album, When flannel was acceptable workwear and the frizzy hair was chic, not a sign of humidity malfunction. I grew up under the shadow of the Seattle Grunge scene, and while my New York sensibilities don't let me out of the house in rip-up tee shirts, I still like put a Garbage & Hole playlist together, throw on a dress that hides all flaws and pretend to be apathetic. Nevermind.