They approach trends the achingly polite way they would any transaction, with norms and custom. It seems that this is how it is possible to fetishise America without breaking tradition. Sweet rebellion, without the rebel.
The irony drinks Plum wine from a beer glass and raises a toast to the culture that slapped them down, picked them up, and told them it was time to move on. Preferably on foot, wearing Converse and Levi Strauss.