A Short History of Cool

From swing to punk to playlists, cool stopped belonging to decades—and became personal.

Cool has never been one thing. It changes with time, shaped by pressure, boredom, rebellion, and overload. What people call cool is usually what feels right—or necessary—at a specific moment in history.

Sometimes cool is calm. Sometimes it is noise. Sometimes it is fashion, attitude, or refusal.

During the time of Jesus, there was no word for cool. Yet restraint was admired. Wisdom carried more weight than force. Meaning mattered more than volume. Authority did not need aggression, and silence itself could stop a crowd.

In the early centuries, cool meant discipline. Monks, scholars, and leaders were respected for control and focus. Too much emotion suggested instability. Calmness signaled strength.

During the Middle Ages, cool became tied to honor and duty. Reputation mattered. Emotion was managed, not displayed. Losing composure meant losing standing.

By the Enlightenment era, composure itself became cool. Calm speech, manners, and reason defined credibility. Losing control meant losing respect.

The word cool finally entered culture in the 1930s and 1940s through jazz. Musicians used it to describe calm confidence—effortless, controlled, and unbothered. Not flashy. Not desperate.

In the 1950s, cool went mainstream. James Dean, leather jackets, still faces. Detachment became the look. Being unaffected felt powerful.

That image was later distilled on television through The Fonz. Leather jacket. Relaxed posture. No explaining. No reacting. One word—“Hey!”—said enough. Control itself became cool.

By the 1960s, cool began shifting toward difference. Fashion got louder. Hair got longer. Television grew powerful, shaping what people copied. Cool meant you were not KJ. You did not simply follow your parents’ rules.

In the 1970s, cool became fashion plus freedom. Disco clubs, late nights, morning arrivals. Television defined what was “in.” This was also when the word baduy entered youth language. Being called baduy did not just mean unfashionable—it meant out of sync. Cool stopped being pure expression and became pressure.

The 1980s changed everything. Cool did not just get louder—it split. Punk, new wave, and pop spectacle existed side by side. MTV did not merely reflect cool—it dictated it. The same images repeated until they became truth. Punk noise was not empty—it was deliberate anger. DIY rejected polish. Raw meant honest. But now, to be cool, you had to choose a group.

In the 1990s, those divisions multiplied. Grunge, hip-hop, alternative, metal. In the Philippines, the band scene exploded. Cool meant you had a band. It didn’t matter how good you were. If you had a band, cool ka na. Music defined identity. Clothes followed sound. Belonging mattered more than mastery.

The 2000s broke the system. The internet removed gatekeepers. No need to wait for TV. No need for one authority. MP3s, file sharing, blogs, and early social platforms opened everything. Trends moved in real time. Choice exploded. Cool lost its center.

Businesses adapted fast. Instead of selling one trend per decade, they sold niches and identities. Cool became personal, not shared.

By the 2010s and 2020s, decade-specific cool faded completely. We can name earlier eras easily—
30s: swing
40s: bebop
50s: rock and roll
60s: psychedelic
70s: rock and disco
80s: punk, new wave, pop spectacle
90s: grunge, hip-hop, alternative, metal

But the 2000s, 2010s, and 2020s? No single sound. No common look. Nobody knows. Nobody really cares. Culture stopped moving together. Everyone lived in their own playlist.

The words change. The music changes. The business adapts.

But the question remains.

Are you cool?

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From Smoke Rings to Secret Pouches: How Teen Rebellion Got Rebranded

The smoke is gone—but maybe the danger just learned how to stay hidden.

When cigarettes smelled like sin and vapes smelled like candy.

There was a time when catching a kid smoking was easy. The scent gave it away—the hair, the jacket, the fingers. Even if you denied it, the smoke betrayed you.

In the 80s and 90s, smoking had an image. Rock stars held their cigarettes like microphones, actors made exhaling look poetic, and kids copied them in secret corners. It wasn’t about nicotine—it was about the scene. You smoked to look cool, to look older, to join the world of people who didn’t follow rules. It wasn’t curiosity—it was rebellion.

Then came the vape era—sleek, glowing, and smelling like dessert. Suddenly, rebellion had flavors. Teens weren’t hiding anymore—they were showing off clouds, comparing who had the best scent, the biggest puff. Catching a kid got harder, because vapes didn’t smell bad anymore—they smelled like air fresheners. Some even believed nicotine could give a “high,” but most just ended up dizzy, too young to realize it was the same addiction, just sugar-coated. The “quit tool” became a new toy.

And now, it’s the nicotine pouch generation. No smoke, no vapor, no smell—no evidence. A small white pouch under the lip, a buzz you can keep secret during class or at home. This time, it’s not rebellion. It’s curiosity. “What does nicotine feel like?” That single question sells millions of cans. The mystery is the new marketing. And once the buzz answers that question, it leaves a whisper behind: “Do it again.”

Before, rebellion was loud. Today, it’s clean, minty, and quiet. We used to smoke to defy the system. Now, they use nicotine to belong in it.

Maybe the world got cleaner, or maybe it just learned how to hide its vices better. Maybe the smoke was easier to fight—because at least we could see it. But now that addiction wears a smile and smells like mint, who can tell if the change is good… or just invisible?

Maybe the quiet ones are the hardest to notice.

Just like Smoking an Unlighted Cigarette—the gesture is still there, but the fire’s long gone.

Smoking an Unlighted Cigarette • Darem Placer

Thoughts drift like clouds across a fading sky, until you find yourself in a quiet room—Alone with a Piano.

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Alone with a Piano includes Smoking an Unlighted Cigarette.

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