philloak

wandering around camden town today i couldn't help but wonder why i occasionally go out of my way to meet/fuck members of assorted subcultures (none while be referred to by name here. in fact, 'camden' gives away too much as is). call it my all-consuming cynical streak but it seems to me that it's all just image driven bullshit. i don't see much of a difference between having the most elaborate and expensive outfit from, oh, say, the banana republic, and having the most elaborate and expensive (and tacky) outfit at a _______ club. it's all about accumulating knicknacks for prestige amongst your peers, which seems pretty much in line with the ethos of capitalism which is especially ironic given the thin veneer of counterculture these groups tend to wear on their collective sleeve. is it necessarily a bad thing? no, but it feels insubstantial to me. too easy, perhaps.

or perhaps it's just my own jealousy over not being able to honestly align myself with any subcultures, though i generally want to have sex with girls in all of 'em. i'm twenty years too late to be a punk, i like actual music and booze too much to be a hardcore kid, i can't dance which more or less eliminates all forms of electronica, i'm far too aware of how ridiculous goths look to be a goth, i'm too poor to hang out with the slick aesthete types, i am intellectual and self-loathing but not enough to hang out with indie fans (it doesn't help that the thought of machine-gunning an entire franz ferdinand concert warms my heart to no end), and i don't like football.

tonight...is brie and mango quesadilla night. thanks, einsturzende neukitchen!