Thursday, 22 December 2011

Cliques Today

I often sound like an old man reminising about eras I never lived in and chastizing the trends of our own. I suppose the dominant "counter-culture" youth group as of now are "hipsters", though do they really even classify as counter-culture? Regardles, I fucking hate them. No, this isn't just simple scorn for a group I don't identify with or because I am ashamed that they hold a measure of representation for my generation. While that may true, above all, I don't respect hipsters. I could hate another trend like "goth" and still respect it because atleast the people within that clique had balls. Goths dressed as goths because that's who they were... I mean, how could you possibly bring yourself to dress they way they did if you didn't identify yourself as such within your soul? Goths were proud to be goths, and though I may have made sligh remarks when they started springing forth on the west coast like fucking wildfire around 2001, I can atleast admit that my dislike of their culture was peppered with respect. And then the clique affectionately known as the "emos" came... and this is when shit hit the fan. At some fucked up point between 2005 and 2006, a fraction of the gothic culture was shed off to spawn a new, far more pussy-esque group with an emphasis on the most girly forms of sorrow you could ever fathom. There was no pride at this point; this is when conformaty began to blossom at it's greatest strength. In mass, people seeded to this group that held no grip on pride what-so-ever. Constantly I heard these whiners insult and ridicule other emos they didn't like for BEING EMOS. It was this mixture of self-loathing and one-upness associated with conformity en mass that birthed a hideously disfigured child of disjointed cliques. And now we have hipsters using "hipster" as an insult for not just people of their own clique, but literally as a general insult for anyone. The term "you hipster" will never be said more by anyone than an actual hipster himself. There's no pride, they can't even hold on to music they like for more than a few months based on some ridiculous concept that popularity will literally make it taboo. They don't respect themselves, so why the hell should I respect them?

...and that's what really grinds my gears. Tom.

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