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Are you a hipster? I ask the girl sitting next to me. She’s wearing big dangling earrings, an American Apparel V-neck tee, non-prescription eyeglasses and an inappropriately warm wool coat. “Fuck no,” she says, laughing back the last of her glass before she hops off to the dance floor.
After punk was plasticized and hip hop lost its impetus for social change, all of the formerly dominant streams of “counter-culture” have merged together. Now, one mutating, trans-Atlantic melting pot of styles, tastes and behavior has come to define the generally indefinable idea of the “Hipster.”
An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning. Not only is it unsustainable, it is suicidal. While previous youth movements have challenged the dysfunction and decadence of their elders, today we have the “hipster” – a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society. The American Apparel V-neck shirt, Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and Parliament cigarettes are symbols and icons of working or revolutionary classes that have been appropriated by hipsterdom and drained of meaning. Ten years ago, a man wearing a plain V-neck tee and drinking a Pabst would never be accused of being a trend-follower. But in 2008, such things have become shameless clichés of a class of individuals that seek to escape their own wealth and privilege by immersing themselves in the aesthetic of the working class. This obsession with “street-cred” reaches its apex of absurdity as hipsters have recently and wholeheartedly adopted the fixed-gear bike as the only acceptable form of transportation – only to have brakes installed on a piece of machinery that is defined by its lack thereof. Punks wear their tattered threads and studded leather jackets with honor, priding themselves on their innovative and cheap methods of self-expression and rebellion. B-boys and b-girls announce themselves to anyone within earshot with baggy gear and boomboxes. But it is rare, if not impossible, to find an individual who will proclaim themself a proud hipster. It’s an odd dance of self-identity – adamantly denying your existence while wearing clearly defined symbols that proclaims it.
I was looking around on Deadspin and saw this gem, only they didn’t provide the videos I found on YouTube. Click on the image for the enlarged version and try to find the female flashing the crowd at the X Games during the Speed and Style competition. All the different expressions are priceless…it’s NSFW I guess for side-boobage.
X Games Flasher During Speed and Style
Did you notice the dude next to her? I sure hope not so look again. Well, it appears the crowd owes a him a beer or something for making it all happen…
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I’ve never taken the time to write a review of a movie, but I felt compelled to start.
Through my pre-paid streaming video service I found a little gem called, ‘Mary and Max’. This film is as visually beautiful and moving as it is funny and dark. I rarely tear up watching human actors, let alone claymation, but this film had me laughing out-loud and dabbing my eyes at the end.
A beautifully crafted film that depicts a couple of unlikely pen-pals who meet strictly by chance. Mary a young girl in Australia who has no friends, finds Max’s name and address in a phone book and writes to him, initiating a long-term friendship. Max is a middle-aged man with Asperger’s Syndrome who also suffers from the lack of friends.
The film is kinda black and white, with occasional shots of color to highlight a tongue, or a dress, or some other item.
It has a sad kind of mood yet still makes you laugh. The character development was great and the story was entertaining.
If you like dark art and comedy that makes you think, this film has everything for a perfect movie night.
Thanks for checking out my first installment of , “Steve Watched A Movie”. Next Tuesday Ill be reviewing the film, ‘Gramma’s Boy‘, I’ve heard its funny.
The cast of MTV’s Jersey Shore woke up early this morning, taking time away from their otherwise arduous schedule of tanning and drinking, to ring the opening bell of the New York Stock Exchange. Reports that Anthony Stockholm, the first president of the exchange, was spinning in his grave, could not be confirmed.
In true Swasted fashion, over at Exercising While Intoxicated they decided to try running the San Francisco Half Marathon while consuming a beer per mile. 13 beers in 13 miles. Why anyone would want to subject themselves to this kind of punishment is beyond me but I have to admit, it’s awesome. I’m down for some buzzed bike riding or something like that but running doesn’t sound very fun.
The run started at the Embarcadero around Fisherman’s Wharf and the Marina, across the Golden Gate bridge, back across and down to Golden Gate Park. See below an excerpt of the adventure…
From Exercising While Intoxicated:
Several of you told me that I was “going to die” if I drank 13 beers while running the San Francisco Half Marathon. I did not die.
I puked three times, blacked out for miles 11 and 12, and needed five hours to finish. This is my story.
This blog declared its intentions to drink 13 beers over the 13.1-mile SF Half Marathon. Realize that it is not possible to run a half marathon while carrying a 12-pack of beer. Sure, you could try… but the beer would get shaken up and explode upon opening each can. And then no one gets to drink any.
So I bought three beers at a time, and poured each 12-ounce bottle or can into a 36-ounce water jug. Holding the jug while I run, I can keep that fucker pretty steady — far more so than water bottles strapped on to my belt.
Gizmodo recently posted another Photoshop fail from BP. Similar to the image released a few days ago, its another amateur Photoshop job they posted to their site dedicated to documenting the cleanup efforts. Gizmodo goes on to point out the numerous inaccuracies like the horrible masking around the pilot on the left, an air traffic control tower in the upper left and instrument readings showing an open door, lowered ramp and engaged parking brake.
The image has since been removed from BP’s site, but that hasn’t stopped people from sending in their own hilarious parodies…
Click to See Photo Parodies
Joey ‘Jaws’ Chestnut took the honors at the annual Nathan’s July Fourth Hot Dog Eating Contest. But not without some controversy.
Chestnut’s main competition, Takeru (The Tsunami) Kobayashi, who was sidelined due to a technicality apparently rushed the winner’s circle part of the stage after the contest, and was hauled away by police, reported by the New York Daily News. Yet another reason why the terrorists hate us.
35-year-old Iren Harsca, from Esztergom, Hungary, said that when she got it back from the greengrocers she couldn’t bring herself to chop up the vegetable, which looks entertainingly like a set of male genitalia.
‘Then I realized what it was. It reminded me of my husband too much and I really love him, so I didn’t have the heart to cut it up,’ explained Iren.
James Neal - Speed Demon
In an unbelievable turn of events, former regional NASCAR driver James “Jimmy” Neal has been arrested for the third time in three weeks. Yikes, this dude needs some serious help.
Yahoo.com
The Orange County Sheriff’s Department said James Edward Neal was arrested Friday, hours after bailing out of jail on charges of attempting to rape a woman. Authorities said a bail bondsman who went to look for Neal saw methamphetamine and drug paraphernalia in his hotel.
Here’s the link to the story on his first arrest for the high speed chase…
And the second arrest for attempted rape and false imprisonment…
Humor, NASCAR, Sports
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