This is literally what a friend just said to me--without a shred of irony--as if deafness were the new fedora, skinny jeans, or waxed moustache for hipsters.
We were standing in our kitchen while Geoff was cooking our family's Sunday night go-to: an original dish he made up called "Chicks With Dicks." (Recipe: chicken, sausage, and peppers over bow tie pasta with a drizzle of extra virgin o.o.).
I guess the grunge and hip hop generation is finally coming of age. I mean, in addition to tinnitus, I can't think of a single physical exercise scenario that doesn't involve putting ice on a non-erogenous zone these days (e.g. "man's knee" after a game of pick-up basketball).
I'm just glad I went to so many arena rock concerts and loud music clubs in the East Village when I was a teenager. I was WAY too cool for ear plugs then. I wanted to be at the front of every mosh pit with a Parliament Light hanging out of the corner of my mouth and zero in the way of ear protection.
So now I'm happy to say that I totally set myself up for middle-aged coolness! Thank God for Fugazzi and Sound Garden!