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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

West Coast Choppers

There are some things that are lame and then there are some things that are really lame. An example of a really lame thing is shameless artificial ego building through fast food self identification. You know what I'm talking about? Say you're a dude. Like a lot of dudes, you feel good about yourself when you feel like a real man-someone tough and fearsome and definately dominate over all females in your life. You're also constantly nagged by this insecurity regarding the fact that there are so many other dudes out there constantly trying to undermine your status as a tough mutha. They're trying to be tougher than you. They might even want to take away your herem(?). Ok, so, say you're this classic american young dude, out to prove something, out to be the "baddest" of the bad. How do you bolster your image? How do you be who it is you need to be? Well, if you're like a lot of american guys, you take yourself down to Walmart and buy a couple "Orange County Choppers" t-shirts. Or, perhaps, a Nascar hat. Maybe you prefer the Stone Cold Steve Austin shirt. Whatever. What if you happen to have a little more money, and you need an ego fix, something that tells you that you are badder than other guys? You purchase a Harley, grow a handlebar mustache, and get some tats. Or, you could buy a hummer, or a Cadillac Escalade, or...you get the point. See folks, this whole entire muthafuckin tough guy on demand world is the cheapest, lamest, n' dumbest source for finding a personal identity. Its like rolling up to the drive through menu board of a fast food restaurant and selecting a few random brand names. "Yeah, mkay, I'll take one Eminem burger, a Porshe 911 shake, 2 sides of The Rock, and a Heritage Soft Tail pie." Geesh. I guess I'm saying that everyone's effort to be a badass male is so obvious, and so not based in any sort of intelligence. We are trained to see specific products as the stuff of the tough, fearsome male, and so many gullibly do as they are trained. They buy the stuff and adopt the image. The image was made for them...they had NOTHING to do with it. Its like if a guy walked into a store and said "Me Tarzan, Me king of jungle!" and the store proprietor, having fully predicted his visit, sells the customer a costume that coincides perfectly with the guys primitive desire to be a dominate male. Its the same costume he sells to every other guy.
inyweigh, gnight.

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