The Pussy Generation

Thursday, February 25, 2010 10:48 AM By Simon , In , ,



Let's face it. There are no real men anymore. At least, you never see them. And here's why--

This is not to disparage guys who aren't bigbeefy steroid slaves, this is to disparage the people raising my generation, the generation before, and the upcoming generation.

You, the current People In Charge...what the fuck are you doing? In your mad dash to be politically correct, to not hurt any feelings, and to be 'cool'...do you not even consider the consequences of raising kids on the internet, on reality shows, on constant lectures on how, exactly, to look at everything. You end up with MTV without the 'M', you end up with more crappy emo bands per capita than the offices of AP Magazine combined, you end up with Kardashians, you end up with the triumphant return of wearing sweaters around your shoulders, and Hot Topic, and My Chemical Romance, and kids so retarded they don't know how to run a country when the reigns are ventually handed to them.

Let's take, for example, bullying. Nobody likes bullying, right? It sucks, but it's always been there, and will always be there. But the way it plays out over the years is...interesting.

Pre-1970s. You had a beef with someone. Maybe he stole your wool underwear, maybe he looked at you funny, I don't know. You just didn't like him. You took it outside. And, yeah, when it was over, you'd be bloody and bruised and in pain for the next two weeks. But at least you both could walk away with a sense of pride, that you fought it out, that no adults saw, and now you can be pals.

1970s-1980s. Okay, toughness has seriously decreased. But, at least you stand face to face and maybe trade clever insults.

1980s-Now. That kid look at you funny? Post on his facebook page that he's a fag, spread a rumor among the lunchline that he has feline AIDs, go see 'Twilight 16' or whatever, go home, and send slightly harrassing texts to the guy until South Park comes on. Bleach your jeans, practice looking gangsta, go to bed.

Fuckers, you see what's wrong with that? I'm not saying eveybody should go out and punch random passerbys, I'm saying grow some fucking balls. Don't hide behind a computer, take action, goddammit!

And then theirs this so-called 'Cyberbullying'. Jesus. Christ. If someone kills themselves over a nasty email by a chick with bulimia and pink highlights, they probably had someproblems to begind with. Don't use the internet as a scapegoat for your incompetence, Parental Units!

You, the older generation, treat us like retards. Which we are. But it's not our fault. Stop making it a requirement to take Health (because most of the shit taught in there should either be common sense or one conservative's standards on sex), or useless sports like volleyball. You know what you should be teaching in gym these days? Fucking Tae Kwon Doe. Nunchucks. Something.

In conclusion, everybody grow a pair.


(yes, I realize the hypocrisy of me blogging about this shit. Shut up.)

PS Really good article about the loss of tough-guy actors at Acidemic-Film here.

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