I, like 99% of all humans, operate my technological life on 3 or 4 passwords. These passwords, like 99% of all passwords, are variations on a common theme. Thus, I was perplexed today as I tried to order some office supplies from gap.com (don't ask) and none of my passwords worked to log into the site. Defeated, I pressed the "I forgot my password" button and requested an emailed reminder. When I opened the email, I discovered a password that I haven't used since junior high. This brought two unhappy truths into sharp relief:
1. I was just as annoyingly hormone-crazed as 99% of all teenagers.
2. I haven't had a sense of style since about 1997.