By the 1990s, the AIDS scare was over and everyone realized that the plague was confined to male homosexuals, needle drugs, and Africans. The sexual chill of the 1980s was over: the popular culture of film and music had continued to get more and more explicit – some would say “degenerate” – even while people’s actual behavior had become puritanical. The social shift was centered around the mainstreaming of condoms. The official story was that teenagers were going to have sex anyway so they should use condoms to avoid AIDS and pregnancy.
While the first sexual revolution of the 1960s still had double standards and jealousy, the second sexual revolution had shifted. If everyone was promiscuous, then no one was a “slut.” Since no one was getting married or having children any time soon, teenage relationships were by nature temporary and among peers partners were swapped: Jane dated Billy for a while, then Jane hooked up with Billy’s friend Mike while Jane’s friend Sally started dating Billy. The timeline simply got shorter and the number of partners increased.
So it was only a matter of time until the timeline of the relationships got shorter and the partner swapping more immediate. High school parties where couples would disappear into a bedroom simply evolved into high school parties where more than one couple would be in the bedroom, or on the same bed. Or where there weren’t couples as much as groups.
Still, there were some lines that were simply not crossed, at least in the 1990s middle to upper middle class Washington DC suburbs of the 1990s. The rules were essentially non-negotiable:
1. No coloreds. Maybe a half Korean girl would be in the mix occasionally, but like an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, this was a very White affair. Washington DC, even in the 1990s, was most certainly a racially diverse area, but integrated schools had not led to integrated social circles, and rarely intimacy. All throughout the 1980s Black and White couples were lauded by the media (OJ & Nicole) and the United Colors of Bennetton had spent a decade trying to push a slightly less sexual version of the Abercrombie and Fitch orgy aesthetic, but to no avail.
2. No fags. Male homosexuality was simply not tolerated. This was an era when gays were “coming out of the closet” and TV shows like Friends made it clear that “homophobia” was uncool. Nevertheless, teenage boys, even if they talked the talk, were simply not going to walk the walk. They may not have been going around queer bashing but neither were they going to invited suspected gays, much less out gays, to their parties. And the occasional friend, suspected or known to be gay, that was invited to a social party were simply never invited to the after parties.
Of course “bi-curious” girls were not even considered “lesbian,” merely a form of exhibitionist foreplay.
3. No rape. This was the era of third wave feminism. It was not cool to do something to a girl who was passed out – that passed out girl was your friend. It simply was not considered manly and a rough form of “consent” was expected. Of course “peer pressure” wasn’t considered “coercion” and it would be another decade before concepts like “rape culture” would be popularized – quite possibly precisely because a decade or so of these attitudes created a backlash, and the teenage girls who organized these parties had to regain some plausible deniability.
4. No jealousy. Of course people did get jealous, but no one owned anyone and when people did pair off and form serious couples, they simply didn’t go to the parties anymore. This was in a sense, “sexual utopia in power” and F. Roger Devlin might say. Women – really, girls – were the organizers here. They decided which boys to invite and it was their consent that powered the whole culture.
The style was rave, baby doll dresses and neo-bohemian. The soundtrack was electronic dance music and alternative rock. The drugs were alcohol, marijuana, and MDMA. (LSD and mushrooms were quite often the initiation into the scene, but those aren’t party drugs.)
No one knew anything about “BDSM” or even what it meant, the blindfolds and bondage were simply party favors, a natural development. There was always a certain “switch” dynamic – both boys and girls could be the one being blindfolded and “worked,” but the few times when an actual male submissive would want some sort of humiliation play, it would skeeve the girls out; he would be labeled a “creep” and no longer invited to the parties.
The age to play? 16.
Of course, as always, standards began to slip after the first generation. LGBT became more militant. Consent became blurry. Jealousy, always present, became more pronounced as “experimentation” morphed into “lifestyle” and the window of opportunity to leave it all behind got smaller. It you’re in the scene from 16-26, you’ve had a decade of experience at temporary “relationships” and zero experience with keeping anything permanent. The color line started to blur, which ruined the entire concept of consent, as consent is a cultural norm, shared among those with the same race and culture. Little sisters were not rebelling against the sexual chill of the 1980s as their older sisters had done, thus had a “starting point” that was much further along than their older siblings.
The impact of internet pornography started to be felt. Before, the parties, the social scene, WAS the initiation – it WAS the porn. Once hard core internet pornography went mainstream, boys – and girls – already had expectations, and the expectations were no longer set by peers in their own social circles, but by professional pornographers and pimps from Los Angeles, always eager to “segment” a market in order to micro-market to fetishes with pin point accuracy.
There’s all the difference in the world between BEING the product, and watching a product being advertised.
What finally killed it off was camera phones and social media. Rumors can be denied, video evidence broadcast instantly to thousands could not.
As the Unabomber Ted Kazinsky might say, technology affects everything and society gets further and further away from the natural order. Only an industrial society would postpone marriage and family formation long past a biologically appropriate age in order to spend the youth’s most productive years learning to run the machines and push the paperwork. Feeding the machine becomes more important that reproducing the race; the machines become more important than the biology. So society will go back and forth between repression and degeneracy as long as it suppresses biology.
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If you don’t love me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best!
Now that I’m living in rural paradise with my model girlfriend far outside the reaches of Merka, I just don’t have the paranoia and angst needed to write anymore. I’ve really been slacking. So, here’s the worst of the worst from my blog over the last few years.
We must defend where they attack. Now, they threaten our headdresses, tomorrow, they take our Asian Fusion bistros and then what, our Solidarity with Palestine keffiyehs? You may not think the fight for Hipster’s Rights to appropriate clothing and food styles from other cultures is important, but consider: whites are being held to a dress code based on the “sensitivities” of white leftys who have appointed themselves as defenders of foreign tribes.
It sounds like a joke, doesn’t it? But they are serious. New York media companies like Gawker, Jezebel, and the like have started a campaign to ruin the future careers of white teenagers on twitter who are “racist” – and now they have expanded that word “racist” to include “hipster racism.”
George Orwell himself could have never predicted newspeak like “hipster racism.”
Only people from one ethnic group are ever accused of being a “hipster” and it just happens to be the same certain ethnic group that includes the only people ever being accused of being “racist.”
You know. YT. That’s us.
This means war: why the fashion headdress must be stopped: The Native American headdress is a common sight at festivals. It has also been appropriated by fashion brands and stars such as Pharrell Williams. But many are now fighting back against what they see as a crude act of racial stereotyping
The only “crude act of racial stereotyping” happening here is the crude racial stereotype that says whites are guilty of “racism” for things like wearing a costume. But no one else, only whites. Double standard much?
“When it first started happening, my reaction was like, really?” says Ehren Thomas, also known as Bear Witness, of the Ottawa-based dance music trio A Tribe Called Red. “I thought we were over this. I thought the politically correct age of the 90s had taught people we weren’t allowed to make fun of other cultures but apparently I was wrong.”
“A Tribe Called Red?” Really? As if that’s not appropriating from the seminal Golden Age of Hip Hop duo A Tribe Called Quest? See? It’s ok when the Red Man, the Yellow Man, the Brown Man, and the Black Man do it. But if the White Man does it, White Skinheads like Dorian Lynskey will sure as hell find some non-white who will complain, at the least, quote the ones that are paid to complain.
Today we are giving out Mexican hats, moustaches, we have taco trucks outside and a mariachi band playing our songs – Five Seconds of Summer
“instead of apologizing for turning mexican/xicano culture into a joke to amuse their fans, or pleading ignorance on the situation, ashton passively fav’d” — Some Humorless ‘Anti-Racist’ Cunt
So, there is this boy band called ‘5 Seconds of Summer.’ They held a Sombrero and Mustache party and hired a Mexican band to play Mariachi-styled covers of their songs. (You know, like Weird Al Yankovic does Polka-covers of various pop songs.) 5 Seconds of Summer put on sombreros and fake moustaches and held a party.
Then some leftist wingnut with no sense of humor or irony or anything except for Outrage!!1 decide this is some Horrific Racist Hatred. In fact, these little boys who probably don’t even play their own instruments actually have the Power – the White Boy power – to turn the Vibrant© “Mexicao/Xicano culture into a joke.”
Wait, Xicano? WTF is that? Chicano? Oh wait, I see, “Chicano” is the White Man’s Spelling. Any Real Aztec would spell it with an “X” – you know, culturally appropriating the Latin Alphabet from Da White Manz is a strike against Oppression.
In any case, evidently these little teenage boys have the White Boy Power to turn the Vibrant© Xicano culture into a joke. That’s how much power teenage White Boys have. All the little brown refugees in that camp on the Southwest Borders are in tears, holding a hunger strike until 5 Seconds of Summer plays a benefits concert and supports amnesty.
Full disclosure: your truly was in a band as a teenager and had stupid looking hair like that kid second from the left, however we played our own instruments and fucked our own groupies. Yes, being in a shitty little teenager band does get you hot little scenster chicks, so it’s totally worth it.
Reached on the phone, a spokesjew with the Anti-Defamation League of Bnai-Beef was quoted as saying, “we’re sure this was anti-semitic in some way, oy vey, we must stop this virulent anti-semitism. Sounds more like Five Seconds of Hitler, am I right? Wait, who is this again?”
Weird Al Yankovic – Now That’s What I Call Polka (Mandatory Fun)
You know, for the Indian headdress thing. Then, an actual American Indian calls bullshit on the Disingenuous White Liberal for playing “toleranter than thou” and explains why it’s perfectly acceptable for hipsters to wear feathers in their hair:
“Why hipsters in headdresses need a scalping” – by Gillian Orr for the Belfast Telegraph.
Read how this hysterical white woman decides she will be the Heroine of the Brown Masses and save them from the insensitivity of her fellow People of No Color:
Presumably in response to this madness, Belgian designer Walter van Beirendonck had two men model headdresses that read ‘STOP RACISM’ in his show during men’s fashion week in January.
“Natives are not costumes one can take on and off,” says Ruth Hopkins of the website Last Real Indians.
“When people dress up in stereotypical ‘Indian’ garb, they’re not only denying the existence of 566 distinct Tribal Nations, they’re mocking an entire group of human beings based solely on their race and heritage.”
What is especially shocking is the recurring narrative at play; the here-we-go-again of it all. How many people must fauxpologise before the message finally gets through?
This is so moronic a child could figure it out. No, dressing up in ‘Indian’ garb does not “deny the existence” of anyone nor is it “mocking and entire group of human beings based soley on their race and heritage.” That’s White Girl Drama, pretending she is so much more “sensitive” and more Down With the Brown than her fellow Whiteys.
You aren’t fooling anyone, sweetheart.
Then, you know, someone with actual Indian heritage decides to call out White Girl on her being a poser:
At first, I thought the objection was a little overboard and my initial reaction was:
1. American Indians also appropriated from other cultures.
2. Not all American Indians are offended by it.
3. American Indians make and sell them with no disclaimer that they should not be worn.
4. It is okay if someone wears it at a concert.
5. Many people get ridiculous when using the term cultural appropriation.
Some hysterical Disingenuous White Liberal wants to compare it to blackface, and of course my only response is, yeah? So what? If y’all are really against cultural appropriation, take that SUV back to the dealer and giddy up on that horse. Turn in the keys to your condo and move into a straw hut.
Either way, you sure as hell don’t belong on the internet, because that was made by 100% Genuine White Men, and our only mistake was teaching the rest of you how to use it (yes, that includes you, Disingenuous White Chick.)
More “mockery” of hipsters gentrifying urban neighborhoods, but their butthurt cannot be disguised by their snark. More proof of my oft-used adage: “anti-hipster is a code word for anti-white.” “Hipster” is simply a label given to young urban whites; no one calls themselves a “hipster.”
Now these young urban whites are usually pretty socially liberal and if you ask them they will swear up and down that they aren’t racist. They don’t feel racist. They don’t have negative attitudes towards other races. But they don’t realize that they are, in fact, “racist” – because the word “racist” is really just a code word for “white person” as well.
As blacks “reclaimed” the nigger word, and feminists reclaim “bitch,” “slut,” and “whore” so yours truly is reclaiming both words – “hipster” and “racist.”
#NiceGentrifier sparks debate about changing neighborhoods
Host a racist themed hipster party-why not right? #NiceGentrifier
Sounds like a plan! I’m dressing up like an Indian – feather not dot – in complete headdress and buckskin. Or perhaps a thug life rapper or a sombrero bandito.
I’m in yer neighborhood, appropriating your culture!
The Neighbourhood – Sweater Weather