Sep
7
2010
And here I always thought it was a good thing that at that point in a teenage boy’s life when all the prevailing and fucked up adolescent/pubescent/anti-feminist social mores and popularity hierarchies are doing their damndest to force him down the eightfold path of Broddhism—e.g. Fucking Hos & Watching Football & Drinking Natty & Hating Gays & Objectifying Bitches & Buying Axe Products & Beating Up Nerds & Wearing Weaponized Amounts Of Bad Cologne—that he might discover authors or musicians or artists or other influences who reinforce his conviction that feelings are OK and that the world isn’t just one big obstacle course waiting to be conquered by his dick.
But apparently feelings can be a problem? At least if you’re a Pavement Dude?
