Monday, 28 May 2012

More Synths Than Sense - Why Hipsters Are Cunts


Let me set the record straight. I hated hipsters before it was cool.

Oh yes, the coloured jeans wearing, shindie festival attending and instagram using brigade of mongoloids have become a turd in the hamper that is my life. I use this metaphor because I feel, like the turd, hipsterism will soon be removed from society, but you get the feeling that there's a new turd on the horizon that's far more aggressively unpleasant to the senses. We thought the emo turd was odiferous.

If there was a pre-natal test for hipsterism, I'd have her on the next ferry to Britain faster than you could say "Offences Against the Person Act 1861". That is how strong my hatred is for this subculture. I'd be willing to splash the cash to abort the macchiato drinking foetus rather than use the old fashioned method of a forceful push down the stairs. What can I say? I'm a gent.

So we've already established that hipsters are diabolical cunts but why are they cunts? I've already alluded to some of the reasons but I feel it's important to go into greater detail. I've broken them down into handy categories, just because I'm sound like that.

1- Fashion - Coloured jeans, big-ass nerd glasses, plaid shirt buttoned the whole way up, unnecessary scarf: the traditional garments of the hipster. Honestly, who in their right mind thought up such a dickheadish ensemble? It is the attire equivalent of answering a phone call in the cinema. They try to rebel against the knack subculture by wearing unbranded clothing but you know that these labels are charging more for a shirt without a logo.


The hair, oh Jesus non-existent Christ, the hair! A hipster chick's hair varies but it is usually unmaintained or cut ludicrously short at angles that make it look like it was a Gehry creation. (you're on the internet you lazy bastard, Google it) The dudes on the other hand, are even worse. Again, as with the shirts, they attempt to appear as if they made no effort at all while in reality they've spent hours moulding, trimming, styling and quiffing (careful now) to make it appear as if they had spent the night in a forest being raped by a bear.

2- Music - I have had the misfortune of attending several shindie gigs in my lifetime. At one such gig the band playing had not one but two synth players and no drummer. Not even copious amounts of alcohol could dissuade me from hurling the, frankly, warranted abuse at the talentless buffoons on stage. In my defence, the singer was wearing an unnecessary scarf indoors. Something had to be said.


At the same gig, I noticed something very strange about the crowd, apart from the fact that I couldn't determine any of their sexual preferences. They all just stood there with a gormless look on their face. It was like a less Asian and less orange terracotta army packed into the venue. They were more obstacles than concert goers. Do they even enjoy seeing their bands perform live? I mean, it's understandable if they don't (two synth players, no drummer) but they must do. It must be cool to look like you're having a shit time at an event.

3- Attitude - Have you ever talked to a hipster? They're as dull as a holiday in Leitrim but their arrogance and sense of elitism is astounding. The general vibe is: if you don't find this topic interesting you clearly don't know enough about it to appreciate it. I'm sorry that I don't find you figuratively sucking the cock of this seemingly obscure band yet I know for a fact that they have 70 million hits on YouTube.


Well, that's my two cents on the matter. In summation, hipsters are cunts but there is hope for humanity. The subculture probably won't last long. After all, it is becoming cool to be a hipster and the hardcore hipsters won't like that at all. That is not to say that you, the reader can't speed up the demise of hipsterism. Act now. You can be creative about it. Burn down a Starbucks, take a piss on the floor of a second hand bookstore and if you see a Death Cab For A Cutie cd, even if it's on the shelf in HMV, smash it, just smash it right there in the store. No one needs to hear that. Do your countrymen and women a service.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

A Blog Is Born

Welcome to the revolution.

That's the Under Siege quote out of the way which is essential not only for blogging but for writing in general. Why say something if it's already been said better in a Steven Seagal film?

The purpose of this blog is to give me yet another opportunity to be a jivin' prick. This is necessary in order to achieve the ultimate goal of becoming a professional prick, which is no mean feat I might add.

So what's in store for blog number two you ask? Well, first of all there's going to be a lot of complaining. I'm a stubborn wee fucker and if your opinion is different to mine, more often than not you're wrong. Don't worry though, this blog will enlighten you.

Another thing I hope to do with this blog is use it to try and support my, well, more "far out" theses. For example, all you soccer fans should look forward to a post where I explain why Aidan McGeady is the best defensive winger in the world. However don't worry if you feel alienated by sports talk. I also plan to explain why hipsters are cunts and ask hard-hitting questions such as "where did all the Christian whinos go?"


Excited? Yeah, me too. I must warn you though. I'm also an extremely lazy bastard. so don't be expected me to update this regularly. It simply won't happen. In general, the only things I commit to either have boobs or a fretboard. As far as I can tell this yoke has neither. Although with the way modern technology is developing it's not foolish to assume the ready availability of blog-writing robotic guitar prostitutes in the future.

Anyway, I'm going to make the mother of all fuck ups (Under Siege 2: Dark Territory reference. I'm getting good at this.) and assume a lot of you won't be privy to my far from silver-tongued vocabulary. So here's a handy little English - Benglish ( aka Jivetalk) phrasebook for you. Refer to this if you come across any words or phrases that you haven't come across before, and then think about why you haven't come across it before. It's probably because you are not with "it". Get with it!

Thank you - Sound, Soundwiches.
This pleases me - Animal, Aminal,  Class, Whopper, Whopper buzz
This greatly annoys me - Skag, Skag buzz, This is a ball of shite
Merriment or tomfoolery, occasionally both - Jivin'
Fool, oaf or imbecile - Bowl stirrer
Acting in a foolish, oafish or imbecilic manner - Stirring the bowl with the wrong hand
Shindie - Shitty indie music, traditional music of the hipsters (more synths than sense)
Disgusting, hideous or displeasing to a multitude of senses - Mank, Manky
Falling victim to the wrath of Kevin Bacon - Bacon'd



That's about all I can think of at the moment. I hope you're all waiting anxiously for the first post because I'm sure as hell not.

Remember, no one beats me in the kitchen. (Under Siege 2 Dark Territory)