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The Brat Patrol
If MJ saw this mess, he would feel deeply sad. The music snobs of the Internet.
Well, I guess I am normie (no, I actually give no shit, I am too old for that, ye know, normies or alt fellas, beige fellas and "I-cannot-even-remember-the-name" colourful fellas, that is too generic and primitive, I would even say it is 0-3-5 for an adult and self-confident person like me), for I only know popular or 50/50 popular MJ songs (aye, when he died I had no Internet, I literally was a 7 y.o. Ukrainian child, that knew almost no band or singer and had no computer, so, just for safety, fuck off).
In addition, my very first meeting with his songs was in 2012, I think, OR, maybe, MAAAAYBE, at the end of 2011.
Well, now we have the film on MJ, as well as the snobbish fans (btw, most of em are young people, mb 25-30?), and I don't really get it. I mean, I used to be a lil bit snobbish at the age of 19, lol, but those are, as I said, GROWN FUCKING UP people.
Technically, I get it. They have got a kind of low self-esteem, a need for attention, and this urge, ye know, to INTELLECTUALLY dominate everyone. And honestly, the way they are so snobbish towards kids—as if 10 to 15-year-olds are meant to be geniuses—is just peak, FUCKING PEAK behaviour (I wish I said no sarcasm). But seriously, why broadcast all that to the whole net?
Adults (I prefer to say mature people) do not really need to prove anything to anyone in such cases. They do not need to have a massive moan to the whole world about how they were bullied for their taste in music — only for everyone to start listening to the same stuff now anyway. Oh, or how they were 'fans before it was cool' and how it’s just not fair that everyone else (you know, those "lesser beings" who are not THEM) now knows Michael's clothes size or some random joke he made at a specific minute and second during an interview with whoever back in 1994.
It is just awful that nowadays people behave toxic and childish on public speaking on how "intelligent" they are, how "perfect" they are and so on. They talk as if their tastes are unique, niche, or practically contraband. But I wonder, could they name a single thing from the Ukrainian underground of the 90s? Oh, of course not. For one, that country does not even exist in their pov, since they think everything revolves around the US. Secondly, MJ is still far more popular than plenty of other big names; even his "obscure" tracks are still more recognised than the latest stuff from, f. e., KISS. In other words, they speak on niche THOUGH their niche is the king of the pop music, a fucking famous person. Their desire is to be old money of music industry, not to be that bohemian (they would be ridiculed and judged for having "awful", real niche taste).
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Adult women can be mean and have snobby cliches.
We had some friends over last night and one of them is this type A, no nonsense career woman. She was in the middle of passionately explaining something to my wife (who had been trolling her) when she suddenly grabbed her shirt collar, lifted it up to sneeze into her shirt this loud, almost… commanding sort of way, and then immediately picked up her sentence from where she left off without missing a beat. Nobody had a chance to bless her or acknowledge the sneeze or anything. I’m still like wow lol her personality really came through that one.
Of course, one of the basic truths of life is that, as a general rule, the world takes you at your own estimation.
Snobs by Julian Fellowes
My Turnip 28 Snobs! I've been rotating between them for Toff proper depending on the Cult I'm playing. To make them more visible on the field, I haven't mucked them up much.
First up: General Toussaint Maximilian Bolivar the 52nd
Favorite Cult: Slugs Lament, Knights of Shellwood, Lopers of Maudlin Marsh
The General sees him self as a great leader, master story teller, and theatrical genius. For every event he has a story from long ago that he will regale you with. Sure, his stories are long-winded, and they often distract him from the issue at hand but they are truly entertaining.
Next up: the first of the twins: Captain Charles "Cluck" Thadeus
Favorite Cult: Fungivorous Herd, Red Ribon Society,Temple of Swellings
While many will hide mutations in disgust or for manners, not Cluck. Cluck wears his chicken arm as a badge of honor. He sees his mutation as a spiritual connection to the noble fowl and a sign on how to live his everyday. Does not the chicken protect both man and root from flul insect parasites? Do they not provide sustenance and warn us of the rising sun? Will the rooster not give his life to protect his flock?
Cluck sees himself as the destined hero of the people, foul and the root.
Finally, the other twin: Jennifer Mantis Thadeus
Favorite Cults: Brotherhood of Greed, Grand Bombard, Feast of Chardbys
Jennifer is Cluck's opposite. She is a rat bastard cut-throat killer who enjoys inflicting pain and suffering on the world. Her troops see her as the devil, and she revels in it.
"This mass man is the man previously emptied of his own history, without any trace of the past and, therefore, docile to all the so-called "international" disciplines. More than a man, he is only a shell of a man made up of mere idola fori; he lacks an "inside", an inexorable and inalienable intimacy of his own, an ego that cannot be revoked. Hence he is always ready to pretend to be anything. He has only appetites, he believes he has only rights and does not believe he has obligations: he is the man without the nobility that obliges -sine nobilitate-, a snob."
-José Ortega y Gasset, the Revolt of the Masses, 1929