That’s right. Emo fashion is ridiculous. Let me especially say to all men that wear tapered pants: you are ridiculously gay and look silly. When you grow your hair long and let it fall in front of your face, wear belts with metal points and low ride your several sizes small pants, and then they taper down to your ankles, you just. Wow. Look wretched. Ghastly. Not only feminine, but circus show feminine.
Let me continue by saying that men’s fashion in general has begun to de-evolve our masculinity. I flipped through the most recent issue of Details and all I see are hermaphrodite men who blatantly portray their immasculation through bony figures and tight, small clothing. We are beginning to look like the French, and that is just not acceptable.
Notable emo fags include: Zac Efron and Toby Maguire
Narcissism headlining as networking
Let’s face it. 90% of the world has written “25 random facts” about themselves. Why do we read everyone elses’ “25 random facts” in the first place? Because Facebook tricks us by saying we’re “mentioned” in it somewhere. Here’s a tip: You’re not mentioned anywhere in the “25 random facts” about someone else. But it’s okay, because you can write “25 random facts” about you and every one of your friends will somehow be tagged in it as well. In the end, everyone gets to write about themselves.
Don’t get me wrong, I play fully into the trap as well. I like coming up with the most clever status headline too. I enjoy putting up the most endearing and self-aggrandizing profile photos, all to ooh and ahh my friends into paying attention to my profile. I get it, and I do it too. But I am formally recognizing here that Facebook is not about networking, but about displaying our pseudo individuality for our own narcissistic purposes. Maybe someday a study will be done that will tell us it is actually good for us to fuss an hour or three a day on our profiles.
People that play football next to me while I’m reading on a blanket at the park when I was there first and not only do they suck but they commentate on their horrible abilities as athletes
Let’s face it: you’re not TO. You’re not Jerry Rice. You won’t catch or throw very well as a mid-twenties slightly overweight dude who hasn’t played football since you were on JV. I don’t claim any special athletic prowess either. But when there are thirty acres of grass just waiting for you to fumble around on, why do you claim that small tract of field next to my army blanket, and then yell back and forth “my bad!” and “Oh, that was horrible!” and “Wow it’s been awhile.” and “Heads up!” Especially heads up. You’re fing playing catch. You don’t need to yell heads up to the guy you’re throwing to.