Day of the Rabblement

I'll be the first to admit I soulfully detest the loud sorority type, with their ever familiar quasi-husky voice, vulgar slacks and that obnoxiously dour beam. Today I encountered two of 'em, in the computer lab, where every variant of 'shit', 'fuck' and 'damn' poured from their mouths without a moment's humility. Thunderously loud these folk are too, exhibiting none of the feminine qualities that make women the sexy creatures they are. And I have to be honest with myself that the worst of 'em are right here in the midwest: all born and bred from the same histories who have come together to form clusters of ghastly fraternities, who cling desperately to each others' side in double force.

Clayton Bigsby, via Dave Chappelle, taught us that once in a while the hate in your heart needs to be set free.

Comments

[Hunter]

Admit it, dude, you wanted a piece! =;^)

[Alex Ross]

Hot headline! "No man, said the Nolan, can be a lover of the true or the good unless he abhors the multitude..."

[bryant]

I'm surprised anyone caught that reference. There's little doubt it's one of those rare pieces that could only be pulled off by a young and arrogant 20 year old.

I've always wondered if Yeats had a reaction to it.

[M. C-]

Since Alex takes the high, I'll take the low. Check out these totally skanky sorority girls!

http://www.ipose.org

(I admit I'd be all into Wills if, you know, he weren't 18.)

[LXXIV]

I saw plenty of those types downtown in Iowa City on my way home tonight. Trashy, indeed. ack!