I don’t mention it much, but I think this applies to me. Almost all of my favorite music is from the 1950s, ’60s, and ’70s. My favorite instruments and musical sounds are “vintage”. My favorite furniture could best be described as antique. My favorite places to hang out are smoky dim-lit. I prefer…
I’m tempted to go into detail about everything I find wrong with what this guy said, but I think I’ll just point out that the lamentations about how he belongs to a different era were posted to his tumblr, and better yet, right after a post of a self-portrait made with Poladroid on his iPhone. It’s just so painfully appropriate. Sanitized imitation with a veneer of pixelated grime.
Someone’s an ornery little blogger! Didn’t mama ever tell you that just because somebody likes something it doesn’t mean that they dislike every else? I suppose your aim in this little attack was to make me feel stupid or something, right? You know, I really don’t think I was being hypocritical in the least. I’m a dude writing about what he likes and how he feels on his blog. I have stated many times in the past that my posts are not to be taken seriously or personally (I even said at the end of that post “I probably sound like an idiot”). And maybe I’m being unreasonable, but if you think that’s unreasonable, look at this:
I’m a dude talking about what he likes and how he feels on his blog.
You’re a chick who gets her kicks trying to make a dude feel stupid on the internet.
I suppose that this is what you ultimately want. You want me to try to defend myself. And this is where you reblog and call my attempt pathetic or something. You’re like an e-bully or something. You’re like a kid on the playground who makes fun of another kid for the way he dresses and talks, and you try to mask the childishness in what you’re doing with a large vocabulary and demonstrated wit, or something. And I could try all day to point out the flaws in your argument (one of the biggest ones being the fact that you’re even engaging in the kind of behavior in the first place). But it wouldn’t get me anywhere, because you’re just going to keep making fun no matter what.
So, I give you full permission: pick apart everything I just said and point out how it’s stupid and how you’re right and try to make me feel even dumber. I’m sure it makes you feel good. I’m just going to ignore you now, because mama always told me to ignore the bullies, and I’m tired of disobeying her.
P.S. I don’t have an iPhone. And the app is called Hipstomatic or something. It’s actually pretty neat, it makes me want an iPhone.
