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Steampunk: or, Little Gothling Snowflakes
So I'm gonna be frank with you guys today, and I'm gonna try not to pull my punches, because I am just so damn fed up and sick to death of Steampunk. I swear to god, I go out and it's like every other word out of these fashion-obsessed, idiot gothling, fap-fest douchebags is Steampunk!
Nothing will put me into rage!mode quite like some zit-ridden greasy asshole flapping his gob about his "super awesome ruffled shirt" and "I deconstructed my Timex Kids watch and used the parts inside to make my monocle!" For fucks sake, I am trying to exist here, and I'd rather not have to stab twigs in my ear canal to drone out your social reject blabber. I don't want to hear about your boring and inane attempts at originality, because you are FAILING IT. By the way, in the 1800's, if you had been wearing that crap, you would have been shot. Murdered in the street for having such horrible fashion sense and for being some kind of irritating society-spurning jackass.
Sure, I have seen Steampunk fashions in photographs that I have stopped to look at and thought "Huh, that is an excellent photograph, and an artistic vision." I have never in my entire life seen one of these self-involved assholes in public that hasn't made me think "why is it that I don't carry a gun?".
So go ahead, read your books and watch your movies and enjoy your comic books... but leave the fucking cane and asshole top hat for your cosplay conventions. You don't look fashion forward, you look like a tool. You aren't on the 'cutting edge' of bull shit, you are simply riding a wave of overplayed, underwhelming, poorly produced douchebaggery. Stop trying to get people to take you and your "expressionism" seriously! You look like Panic! At the Disco, Sgt. Pepper and Lady Gaga's reject child.
And I swear to god, if you say the words "City of the Lost Children" to me, I will stab a pen through your douche-nozzle looking goggles and into your cornea.
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Nothing will put me into rage!mode quite like some zit-ridden greasy asshole flapping his gob about his "super awesome ruffled shirt" and "I deconstructed my Timex Kids watch and used the parts inside to make my monocle!" For fucks sake, I am trying to exist here, and I'd rather not have to stab twigs in my ear canal to drone out your social reject blabber. I don't want to hear about your boring and inane attempts at originality, because you are FAILING IT. By the way, in the 1800's, if you had been wearing that crap, you would have been shot. Murdered in the street for having such horrible fashion sense and for being some kind of irritating society-spurning jackass.
Sure, I have seen Steampunk fashions in photographs that I have stopped to look at and thought "Huh, that is an excellent photograph, and an artistic vision." I have never in my entire life seen one of these self-involved assholes in public that hasn't made me think "why is it that I don't carry a gun?".
So go ahead, read your books and watch your movies and enjoy your comic books... but leave the fucking cane and asshole top hat for your cosplay conventions. You don't look fashion forward, you look like a tool. You aren't on the 'cutting edge' of bull shit, you are simply riding a wave of overplayed, underwhelming, poorly produced douchebaggery. Stop trying to get people to take you and your "expressionism" seriously! You look like Panic! At the Disco, Sgt. Pepper and Lady Gaga's reject child.
And I swear to god, if you say the words "City of the Lost Children" to me, I will stab a pen through your douche-nozzle looking goggles and into your cornea.
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