Hear, hear

From Justin Achilli at The Black Table:

PEOPLE BEING ‘IRONIC’: Sometimes I have only two dollars in my pocket and I want a beer but I don’t want to open a tab, so I order a PBR. Sometimes I genuinely want to listen to Poison’s “Talk Dirty to Me.” Sometimes I haven’t done laundry in a few days and all I have left to wear is an old ringer T-shirt that has the Superfriends on it. Is it so bad to want to do this without some Ashton-Kutcher-hat motherfucker standing next to me with a shit-eating grin, nodding like I’m part of his onanistic in-joke? Fuck that guy, man. Fuck that guy. D-

(Via Gawker.)

Listen, if I’m wearing it, and you think it’s funny, just go ahead and attribute the choice to simple bad taste. I assure you that I’m not trying to make a Statement. Not even if I’m sporting art deco earrings and fishnets and ballet slippers and am carrying a gold leather patchwork purse. Not even then.

Ditto the stuff hanging on my walls and the AC/DC cd sitting next to me on top of The New Pornographers, Prince, and The Shins.


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