I don’t wear Monolo Blahnicks. I can’t even spell it. I’m not 30 and I can’t go out every night to some new club opening in town:
a) Because I don’t live in New York, and there aren’t a whole lot of new places opening on a fucking Wednesday;
b) Because going out every night costs a fuckload of money that only rich sniveling bastards have and/or;
c) I’m either too tired from working or actually at work to go to the theoretical club/bar opening. Even on Weekends.
d) All of the above.
(Multiple choice format was used in the above fictional exam because multiple choice exams save the university money insofar as they can go ahead and employ less Teaching Assistants, making it less likely for students to get jobs)
The whole “Everybody’s Working for the Weekend” bullshit doesn’t apply to those 20 somethings who pay for their own livelihoods. A yuppie definitely wrote that. (Sure I don’t even know or care who wrote that song or the proper name for it, but I’m ranting and am not going to wiki it.) We 20-somethings are working on the fucking weekends so that we can eat food and/or pay our rent. And possibly our tuition. Oh and we don’t get “benefits” or “paid sick days” or anything like that because we do temp, part-time, or casual work.
You know why there aren’t any television programs about 20 year olds? It’s not because we aren’t interesting or don’t have quirky, laugh-track-worthy lifestyles—it’s because we don’t have any money. We can’t hang out in a coffee shop constantly because we would be fined and ticketed for loitering.
Coffee costs money.
So do muffins.
We especially can’t hang out in shmancy places that sell organic, shade-grown, didn’t-kill-the-whales, libido-enhancing, acne-removing, no-fat fucking lattes.
Maybe, MAYBE we could go to like TimmyHo’s to get a tea one time every other month or so (they totally started serving “steeped” tea so they could up the price on tea—I’m on to you bastards).
All sitcoms are about 30+ somethings. What the shit is that about? Fuck that shit. The only students who make it to the Big Fucking Screen or the Idiot Box are those who go out and party all the time, or take like European vacations where they endure a variety of trials and tribulations and in the end the Boy gets the Girl and they live happily fucking after. And then there’s the ubiquitous college student horror/thriller film that was so overdone that making fun of the “genre” somehow became a new, more pathetic genre (sub-genre?).
I can’t relate to that bullshit.
I wouldn’t want to.
The douches that go on the European Vacation on Daddy’s Visa, or send their liquor bill home to Mommy, were and will always be the assholes that no one ever liked in highschool yet everyone feared and thought was cool.
I never thought you were cool.
I still think you’re an asshole.
So why the shit are you on my fucking television?
Fuck off – I’m trying to procrastinate.