doo dee doo dee
ok so let the bitching start
im seeing all over mexico the new frase of “ser naco es chido”. this is “based” upon a new “supposedly urban underground pop culture movement” called naco. although some of the tshirts are good ideas, some are blunty retarded. its not that i am bitching against stuff that might seem rad to other people or even for me, but it pisses me off to see that this “urban” thing is making mainstream the things i like, devaluating their significance in order to make a few people hip.
we have tshirts with ic ons i admire, el che, tin tan, even that retarded hobo of a clown cepillin, but even they have significance to me.
now if we try to find out what naco is, in english of course, its to have really bad taste. wasnt that supposed to be bad? now this mainstrem trend of being unhip is hip.
ive been that way for the past 10 years! ever since junior high started, i made my identity by carving it out of angst from a period in which grunge ruled the world and sentiments were truly expressed. passing thru the hardships of highschool where metal influence my all, and finally starting college, where punk rock had the lyrics and movement i craved for. my so called urban attire and personality was forged by experiences that the new generations lack. they just go to the store and steal my heroes to be used in t shirts.
if youre really gonna wear a tshirt by something urban at least know the fucking story behind it. its not everyday when you can wear a shirt by roberto guzman huerta (el santo if you didnt know), or look at the movies. i found out im not against the tshirts, but the way they are being used by fools who claimk to be urban and against a system they dont believe in. what fucking system! theyre born rich and wear anarchy tshirts! what the fuck are you revolting against! they really dont expereince stuff as most people do. mayhap some do, but most of them dont.
let me set an example of this. one time during highschool i became a misionary and drove about twelve hours on a shitty bus to then middle of fucking nowhere. we got to this little town which would be homer base for the misionaries. this was in aramberri nuevo leon in mexico, where all of the poeple from around the northern states gathered and went about in their own happy little way. now the rich kids, yeah the ones who took their cars cuz the buses were too filthy (in their own words) stayed in the little town with all the modern conveniences of life (light, gas, water, ac, you name it) while the people who had less (i.e. fucking me) were sent of for another two hour ride in the back of a pickup truck tied to a three foot rope mind you, to another destination with none of the above. no ac. no electricity, no water, no gas, and certainly no toilet. noooo, we had to do the aguilita maneuver to poop in the wild. carefully peering thru the trees not to be surprised by a horny donkey. the experience i had was to see people live without nothing, but they were happy. and quoting the maestro chuck palahniuk in his great novel fight club “its only after you lost anything that you free to do anything”. and for a week i did, i became free, and i was happy. better yet, content with my whole meaningless existence, because only then i valued all that i had.
ever since then i have valued everything in my life, and seeing people like this, behaving “urban”. your not urban. go fucking become a misionary. go join the peace corp. loose all you have and value what i do. dont go around pretending something your not., try and fucking live life for a change, dont go just buy out identity at a store just because someone else does.
and with much love i retreat and plan the demise of posers.
cheers
im seeing all over mexico the new frase of “ser naco es chido”. this is “based” upon a new “supposedly urban underground pop culture movement” called naco. although some of the tshirts are good ideas, some are blunty retarded. its not that i am bitching against stuff that might seem rad to other people or even for me, but it pisses me off to see that this “urban” thing is making mainstream the things i like, devaluating their significance in order to make a few people hip.
we have tshirts with ic ons i admire, el che, tin tan, even that retarded hobo of a clown cepillin, but even they have significance to me.
now if we try to find out what naco is, in english of course, its to have really bad taste. wasnt that supposed to be bad? now this mainstrem trend of being unhip is hip.
ive been that way for the past 10 years! ever since junior high started, i made my identity by carving it out of angst from a period in which grunge ruled the world and sentiments were truly expressed. passing thru the hardships of highschool where metal influence my all, and finally starting college, where punk rock had the lyrics and movement i craved for. my so called urban attire and personality was forged by experiences that the new generations lack. they just go to the store and steal my heroes to be used in t shirts.
if youre really gonna wear a tshirt by something urban at least know the fucking story behind it. its not everyday when you can wear a shirt by roberto guzman huerta (el santo if you didnt know), or look at the movies. i found out im not against the tshirts, but the way they are being used by fools who claimk to be urban and against a system they dont believe in. what fucking system! theyre born rich and wear anarchy tshirts! what the fuck are you revolting against! they really dont expereince stuff as most people do. mayhap some do, but most of them dont.
let me set an example of this. one time during highschool i became a misionary and drove about twelve hours on a shitty bus to then middle of fucking nowhere. we got to this little town which would be homer base for the misionaries. this was in aramberri nuevo leon in mexico, where all of the poeple from around the northern states gathered and went about in their own happy little way. now the rich kids, yeah the ones who took their cars cuz the buses were too filthy (in their own words) stayed in the little town with all the modern conveniences of life (light, gas, water, ac, you name it) while the people who had less (i.e. fucking me) were sent of for another two hour ride in the back of a pickup truck tied to a three foot rope mind you, to another destination with none of the above. no ac. no electricity, no water, no gas, and certainly no toilet. noooo, we had to do the aguilita maneuver to poop in the wild. carefully peering thru the trees not to be surprised by a horny donkey. the experience i had was to see people live without nothing, but they were happy. and quoting the maestro chuck palahniuk in his great novel fight club “its only after you lost anything that you free to do anything”. and for a week i did, i became free, and i was happy. better yet, content with my whole meaningless existence, because only then i valued all that i had.
ever since then i have valued everything in my life, and seeing people like this, behaving “urban”. your not urban. go fucking become a misionary. go join the peace corp. loose all you have and value what i do. dont go around pretending something your not., try and fucking live life for a change, dont go just buy out identity at a store just because someone else does.
and with much love i retreat and plan the demise of posers.
cheers
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