Hello again

Just when I thought I had this horrendous Pavlovian response eradicated from my brain, a whole new era of catchiness assaults my senses.  When can we say...

Hipster

What is a hipster? It’s a poorly dressed, liberal-leaning, self-indulgent lun-i-ac that has yet to realize that their androgynous fashion statements have already been run through by Diane Keaton and Elvis Costello. They often attempt to convince themselves of their own coolness by shunning...

Jury of My Peers

            Okay, on what planet does this makes sense? Unless you have a dozen dapper dudes with an understanding that some stupid people just need killing, I think I’ll get the shit end of the stick with this little social experiment. I’m no rocket scientist, but I can assure you...

She-Vader

I’m no feminist, or whatever you call those whiney bitches that are always complaining about their rights. Yak yak. Who cares? But it completely pisses me off when I see some Muslim douchebag sporting cargo pants and a wife-beater while his wife walks six steps behind him in the blistering...

Grey Poupon

            I didn’t think a food could actually work its way to the douchebag section of this literary work, but I was wrong. I only kept it in the miscellaneous chapter out of spite, but seriously I could have gone the other way. How could a company take something as wholesome and...