Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Pseudo-country crap that’s rubbing me the wrong way:

* Some ignorant freak who’s spitting tobacco chaw into the urinals.  Dude, this is California.  We don’t chew, we meditate.  Get with the goddamn program.  A urinal should be a sacred place. 

* Anyone who gets a huge pickup for any reason other than the regular need to haul large quantities of messy cargo, who then drives around the city in it with a twelve-billion watt stereo that can reconfigure the asphalt with sonic waves, a pickup that takes up three times the amount of gas and space as is truly needed - and goes around with the tailgate down.  It’s that final insult, like refusing to zip your fly, like spitting tobacco into my urinal, just a slap in the face: “your little cheap car doesn’t even come up to the nipples of my girlfriend on the mudflaps, dude.  Your sorry ride just ain’t worth thinking about.” Then he’d turn up his stereo and shake my atoms out of association with each other and I’d just vaporize in my indignation.  So I sit there and stare into his empty cargo bay, lined with pristine neoprene and cleaner than my kitchen floor, listening to his stupid thumping music, and I have to stay four feet further back than I ought to because he needed to let his trunk breathe or something.  Really, I’m aggravated all out of proportion by this. 

Carhartt as high fashion.  Y’all want to get some shop clothes, worksite clothes, and treat them like the wearable tools they are, I would be more than supportive.  But I’m seeing these hoity-toity prissy mincers of both and indeterminate gender riding my bus wearing perfectly softened, unscuffed, unfaded carhartt jackets or workshirts, and of course the jeans.  Sometimes you can see that someone in one of the trades has just got a new set of overalls or something and they’re still being broken in, so the color is a little bright and the fabric is a little stiff and rough - that’s okay, with normal wear that will just fade away.  But when it’s some lady with four inch stillettos and a mid-thigh leather skirt, big pouffie hair and long high-maintenance nails, and a black canvas carhartt jacket on over her skanky lace blouse… it feels like they’re taking the cojones out of my overalls, and even when I’m not wearing them that just sounds like a bad thing to me. 

I’d better quit there.  If I go any farther I start to make enemies.

I am with you on the chaw thing. I say we catch them and make them put it back in their mouth. I think if we do this one time to them they will think before they do it again!

The tail gate is down because it improves fuel efficiency. Makes you hate ‘em even more, don’t it?

I hate chewers even when I’m not in California, but it’s nice that my home state gives me a foundation of self-righteousness upon which to draw.

what?  there are people like this in california?  what?

let me see if I get this right Gopi - I go out and buy an extended cab F-250 with chrome dickpolishers and a running lights that play La Cucaracha, deeply tinted windows, quad exhaust outlets, and wheels that would look big on a jet liner… I drive around in it alone, windows open, ac blasting, stereo cranked to 11, on a cellphone while on-star cycles through maps for me… the damn thing is rated for 8 mpg in the city anyway… so I drop the tailgate to improve fuel efficiency?  Wouldn’t it be more effective to buy a smaller car, or take a goddamn bus?  I’m not saying your theory is wrong - but it is damn stupid in the city, where space is at a premium anyway.  Chuckles is not impressed.

Gopi’s right… the tailgate’s down to reduce wind drag. Makes no sense to me as a fuel-savings step for single-digit gas mileage, but that’s the reason they do it.

And Carhartts are for work, not dress-up. Even Ohioans know that. But it is acceptable for one to wear a Carhartt jacket to more formal functions if you regularly wear it to work—we don’t believe in owning multiple coats around here. That’s just crazy talk!

AMEN! I am WITH you on all of the above Brotherman...AND let’s throw a little vitriol at all those idiots wearing all those fashion clothes with “Von Dutch” on them.  PULEEEZE...the guy painted cars, did some excellent pin striping which I’m quite certain that most of those little 16 year olds carrying the $100.00 Von Dutch purse do not know.

But is the brobdingnagian Cadillac pick-up okay?  How about if we add those naked lady decals on the back window with a gun rack?

Wow, sounds like you slept in the knife drawer.  My Dad used to rant about corderoy pants.  Only Irish navvies (whatever they were) wore those.

Take comfort in the knowledge that you just know the idiots paid an arm and a leg to… well, affirm thier idiocracy. A fool and his money.

Great points Chuckles.  We have our fair share of the like here and it’s annoying to no end. 

Oh, and btw, there is no drag on a truck driving in the city.  If they are doing it to save gas or appear that they are, then they have added one more notch on the stupid belt.

Um, Carhartt is actually a workwear brand? I wouldn’t know. Over here, it’s something expensive you buy in surf/skatewear stores. The true hipsters go to the disposal stores for their King Gee shorts - the ones that are designed to show a hefty amount on builder’s crack. Charming, really.