my friend Porkchop is punk because it's instinctual with her. she can be wearing an outfit entirely from...from...J. CREW, and she's still punk. at a show this week we were bemoaning the filthy bathrooms and i said (jokingly), "You're not supposed to mind filth, you're punk" and she said (fiercely): "Punk rock is about violence, not dirt!" and it was awesome. So yes, i think they're still around.
ah, but see? here's the thing: the fifteen year-old "What is Punk?" debate is more about self-definition; buried well beneath it is the question "am I punk enough?" or "are you as punk as/more punk than me?".
For me, I'm really wondering what the term means. More specifically, are the social connotations of punk- disaffected, dirty, on the fringe- so dated that perhaps nowadays Avril does indeed have the right idea? Namely, that all it takes to be punk is to dress vaguely like the part and call yourself one, because the term has been so appropriated that it's completely meaningless?
I dunno... I'm just facing that debate again due to stupid circumstances. Don't other people have jobs where they have reasonably cool co-workers? Why have I never, ever had one? Why is the closest thing to a cool coworker I've ever had my current neighbor Cheryl and her non-punk punk friends who work in the office, who manage to live a thoroughly suburban existence within the big city?
I hate crystal; it's SO 1997. Aderal's where it's at.
Although a fat couple did corner the b/f and I after the fireworks on Pride and asked if we wanted to come back and smoke 'Tina' with them. Damned gays.
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For me, I'm really wondering what the term means. More specifically, are the social connotations of punk- disaffected, dirty, on the fringe- so dated that perhaps nowadays Avril does indeed have the right idea? Namely, that all it takes to be punk is to dress vaguely like the part and call yourself one, because the term has been so appropriated that it's completely meaningless?
I dunno... I'm just facing that debate again due to stupid circumstances. Don't other people have jobs where they have reasonably cool co-workers? Why have I never, ever had one? Why is the closest thing to a cool coworker I've ever had my current neighbor Cheryl and her non-punk punk friends who work in the office, who manage to live a thoroughly suburban existence within the big city?
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Aderal's where it's at.
Although a fat couple did corner the b/f and I after the fireworks on Pride and asked if we wanted to come back and smoke 'Tina' with them. Damned gays.
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