Foppery

If there's one thing that I hate more than anything in the world (well, currently anyway), it's pseudo-bohemia. It bothers me in several ways:

1) The people who indulge in this kind of idiocy are generally the dullest people you will ever meet.
2) They think they're better than you because you don't indulge them or have a predilection for smoking jackets/cigars/drugs/Wilde/basements/absinthe.
3) They tend to dress very badly indeed. Boys: please do not (ever) wear braces/cummerbunds/bow-ties/ill-fitting (in a bad way) shirts unless a formal occasion requires them. Faded glamour is just that. Faded and over.
4) They tend to talk loudly and say ridiculous things like, 'I think I had even done DRUGS!' Wow, we're all so very impressed.
5) Sexual deviancy is not deviant if you tell everybody about it, it's just a bit sad and tacky.

And there's more.

My main problem with all this rather silly behaviour is that it seems to be geared towards making other people believe that they are intellectuals. As far as I'm concerned, foppery does not an intellectual make. It's time for these Wilde-wannabes to realise that what they are doing is certainly not individual; they seem to run in self-congratulatory packs.

What I'm trying to say is, fellow Eeyores, that you shouldn't feel intimidated by this pseudo-intellectual, pseudo-bohemian bullshit. If they had an ounce of real intellectual integrity, they would be doing something new and different instead of just trying to shout louder, shag more people, talk about more drugs and wear more inappropriately formal garments than everybody else.

The time for quiet introspection is nigh, out with the fops!