I bought my first hoodie as an act of casual defiance. I was just shy of 18 when I bought the hooded sweatshirt — a metallic silver thing that cost about $10 on the Aeropostale clearance rack — to take with me to Northwestern University in the Chicago suburbs, knowing my parents would be worried when they saw it.
In the wake of Trayvon Martin’s death, the hoodie takes on a greater meaning – The Root DC Live – The Washington Post
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