Like acid-washed jeans

I really enjoyed Meghan Daum's collection of essays, My Misspent Youth. She comes by her Joan Didion comparisons honestly, except I laughed out loud at Daum's work, and however much I revere Joan Didion, she's never made me do that. For a sample, could I please refer you to "Music Is My Bag"? "I grew up surrounded by phrases like “rattle off that solo,” “nail that lick,” and “build up your chops.” Like acid-washed jeans, “chops” is a word that should only be invoked by rock and roll guitarists but is more often uttered with the flailing, badly timed anti-authority of the high school clarinet player." Oh my, yes.