It's just like my 17-year-old daughter - who swaps and changes her clothing from skinny jeans to baggy jeans, then purchases a brand-new pair of beautifully fitting denims only to meticulously slash them with a razor and turn them into what look like rags hanging from her waist (successfully turning herself from a beautiful middle-class American teen to something the cat just dragged in). "It's the new urban look, mom," she says with excitement. "All my friends are doing it." "Don't worry," my husband chuckled at my anxiety, "it won't last long." And he is right.