~so over your shit~
There’s something about the reality of the whole PLUR concept that just makes me want to vomit rainbows and sparkles all over some tutu-clad girl in the club. Maybe I’m just bitter because I don’t look as good in my underwear and fur boots as the girl jumping up and down in front of the dj booth does, or maybe not fitting in with that community gives me a sense of clarity (pun intended) on why peaceloveunityretweet actually sucks.
I can see why the concept was a good idea at one point, a reassurance that your local rave was a place one could go to feel free from a world of judgment. A place where you can go wearing that Halloween costume you were going to throw away and not feel like the weirdest person in the room. Raving is an artistic and fun culture, don’t get me wrong, but here’s why it also sucks:
I’m going to be a snob here, why are you at a rave if you don’t like electronic music? Because you love Molly? Awesome. Why are you at a rave if your only goal for the night is getting massively fucked up and bragging about it the next day? Thank you to Skins for making downward spirals a fashionable trend. Did no one watch what happened to the characters in the second seasons? You're not a special or mysterious person just because you know how to do a line.
Now back to PLUR: Peace? What about raving is peaceful? Please answer me that much as I try to forget about the time I got punched in the face by a drunken frat bro or the time a yung kandi girl threw up on my shoe before 10 pm.
Now tell me about Love. Ok, maybe you did meet the love of your life at a rave; maybe you do connect on a level deeper than the adrenaline rush you get from knowing you’re going to a show that night. I think I’m talking about a small percentage here. I know this girl that met her boyfriend raving three years ago and they’re happily in love. She’s the only one. Most of the people I know who rave are either single or pretend they are when they’re at shows. Oh, and the girl that stopped you on your way to the bathroom to tell you how beautiful you are? Ask her how many points of Molly she took that night and she’ll happily give you a price adjustment on what she’s selling “because you’re friends now!”
Lets talk about Unity. I sort of get it. You’re never going to see a middle aged man in spandex and a fur vest or the 16 year old girl with heavy eyeliner and neon clothes in the same room as the carbon copied frat bros like you will at a rave. You’re right on that much, you raver kids, you. Do you ever see them communicate though? Am I going to the wrong raves or am I right when I say they only bond when they make eye contact for two seconds as they fight for a spot leaning against the front crowd barriers. My raving experience brought with it a lot of new friends, but none of them I actually met at a rave-we just found that hobby in common.
Respect is the only aspect I can agree with slightly. I know a lot of people that claim they were “such a pretentious asshole” before they got into raving. Great, good for you. Did you really need to do molly and see yourself in the same environment as someone different than you to figure out how to be compassionate toward others? You know I’m really glad some people take their raving experiences to heart and apply what they learned to the real world, but they’re usually still assholes when it comes down to it.
Yay! There you have it, that’s why I hate PLUR. I’m pretty sure raving has just become an avant-garde way to return to the same cliques we had in high school (“The twitter rave fam hates me but my irl one has been so supportive!”)-With a dose or two of the latest synthetic drug for that extra kick! All things aside, I’m probably going to go to a rave this weekend. Some of us really do just love the music. –xoxo Jsachs.
