Saturday, 4 April 2009

Hipsters, BoingBoing and "Geek Chic"

Since it's an easy pack-bonding ritual for the vapid and less-attractive to deride the differently vapid, fit and moneyed, it's now advisable to affect a codified ugliness to dispel "cred"-diluting accusations of alpha-humanity.

If you're one of these smug imbeciles who think it's clever to have an "ironic" tattoo to parody people with "serious" tattoos then I suggest you consider the irony of the act of permanently, painfully and expensively branding yourself as a parodist of the trendy. You've allowed yourself to be visually defined only in relationship to the things you are opposed to. You follow a stylistic iconography as fickly trendy as high-street fashion. You are the prisoner who spits at the wardens while he whips himself unconscious.

In this new subculture so careful to avoid the subculture label, women identify themselves as anti-bimbos with chunky spectacles, tattoos, piercings, blue-black bangs and kittenish, figure-hugging thrift-store finds, while men are allowed to disguise their leering misogyny by fawning over women who believe that prurience is obviated by props. While it is considered seemly as one of the enlightened to sneer at women who dress up as cheerleaders (or simply strip naked) and spread their labia for male inspection, we are supposed to believe that dressing up as a burlesque performer, punk chick or "geek"-approved fictional character and spreading your labia is somehow "empowering" or "edgy".

Witness for instance the hipster-canonical blog BoingBoing's tenuous relationship with "enlightened" sexuality. Firstly, in Xeni Jardin's now-regretted embrace of the almost overpoweringly repulsive, chunky-spectacled Violet Blue - a relationship which ended in their eventual expunging of any record of her when she finally crossed the line from geek to gauche. Secondly, in poster Mark Frauenfelder's apparently well-received fixation with nubile young women in tight, ironically-screen-printed T-shirts playing ukuleles and singing beguilingly on YouTube.

Ladies, here's a clue for you: fuzz-headed, chunky-spectacled men saying "that's so cute!" is exactly the same as muscled, tanned gorillas saying "yo, I want to fuck that."

Human nature is universal, and our behaviours remain consistent in type if not degree. Surrounding yourself with like-minded apes only disguises your objectionable, base primate nature from people from people who believe the disguise works.

I have a proposition. I hate swaggering, muscled cocks as much as anyone, but I propose that we marshal them to perform random inspections of chunky spectacles. Upon discovering a fake lens, they are to snap the frames and administer a nose-breaking fist to the face. The we'll let the goths and metalheads slam their spiky boots into your torso as revenge until you bloodily cough up your boutique chai and spray your "hilarious" boxers with the faecal matter you pretend doesn't smell.


Anonymous said...


Clever Bitch said...

Hi Ladyfingers :)

I think it's about time I started a blogroll, and would love to put your blog on it as I've just recently tuned in and have really been enjoying it. Would you consider adding my blog to your roll, and/or allowing me to add you to mine?

Sorry I couldn't email you directly instead of posting.

Ladyfingers said...

Certainly, that'd be great.

Josh said...

I recently returned from an anime convention (I am the university's club advisor), and I saw quite a bit of this. However, I should praise the kids I was with. In some conversations that resulted from seeing a girl/woman in a slutty cartoon character costume walk by it was evident that they were not fooled. They knew she was essentially a stripper in disguise.

Ladyfingers said...

Thanks for reading, Josh. I thought this might have been a bit abstruse, but glad someone picked up on it.

Anonymous said...

I love BB but I increasingly dislike the people behind it. Someone posted this to The AV Club last year, and I think they really nailed it:


Cory Doctorow is a petulant man-child who labors under the insane delusion that artists and writers should give their works away for free and make money the same way he does—through speaking fees and advertising dollars generated from his blog.

He's popular among nerds because he supports piracy and has framed DRM as a critical human rights issue, which helps nerds and hipsters further rationalize their victimhood because OMG TEH RIAA WONT LET ME HAVE FREE SHIT THIS IS TEH WAR

He positions himself as a champion of the oppressed masses—despite the fact that these oppressed masses are one of the wealthiest and most materially privileged demographics in history. He has appointed himself as an expert in privacy law and digital rights despite having obtained no education in either area.
His blog is a pretentious echo chamber of like-minded nitwits and scene-whores who embrace the latest memes and trends, then flog them repeatedly into the ground until they become absurd, irrelevant parodies: e.g. Steampunk, 3-D Printing, Knitting, and Unicorns.

He preaches free speech and rants non-stop about censorship, yet cannot tolerate criticism or challenges to his opinions. Just trying to post a comment to Boing Boing that is in any way critical or contrary to the author's point of view, and Cory's moderators will have a category five vaginal shitstorm and ban you from ever posting again.

Oh, and he's a shitty, shitty writer who borrows his ideas from Neal Stephenson and William Gibson, and he named his daughter "Poesy Emmeline Fibonacci Nautilus Taylor Doctorow".

In conclusion, he's a fucktard.


Some wag created a jaw-droppingly wonderful BB parody a few years ago. It's well worth a read: