i have a cccp hockey jersey and a drago i must break you t shirt.
Sphere City
if che was still alive id dragon drill him myself
Darkarbiter
At least the soviet union was reasonable and did some good post 60s.
netroM
You know that hipsters wear them ironically, right?
I've got this t-shirt:
And a che-style Guy Fawkes-shirt.
And I've got a friend who has theOnion "Che wearing Che"-shirt.
MrJiveBoJingles
There is no "wearing ironically."
Either you wear something or you don't. Trying to look cool and hip by deliberately "looking uncool" is still just another way of trying to look cool. It also makes you annoying, especially if you actually open your mouth and try to explain your clothing choice as "irony."
MrJiveBoJingles
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Why Can't Anyone Tell I'm Wearing This Business Suit Ironically?
Is it my fault none of you stupid conformists can understand how hilarious and ironic my cutting-edge fashion sense is? In 1986, I was the first kid in the neighborhood to wear a Mr. Bubble iron-on T-shirt from the '70s. I was only 10, but I was soaring over people's heads. In high school, I was the only guy to wear Adam And The Ants war paint to the senior prom—even though it was the early '90s. Those fools looked at me like I was 10 or 12 years behind! In college, the trucker-hat concept was my masterstroke. Within a few years, everybody was doing it, but by that time, I had so moved on.
Well, now I'm 25, and I'm still leaving all you idiots in mysteriously tongue-in-cheek fashion dust.
About five years ago, I was growing bored with the whole neo-'80s electroclash look that I had mastered years earlier. I figured, why not go all out and take the concept of ironic fashion to the extreme? Just do something so risky and completely out there that it would blow people's minds. So I dreamed up the suit idea. It was like, just create the squarest possible look and run with it. And I was hardcore about it, too. A lesser man might have just snagged a cheap suit at Goodwill, but I went all out, choosing a conservative, gray three-button suit and having it fitted by the best tailor in town. I even had my hair cut in a short, non-descript style parted to the side. I mean, who the hell does that? I looked like a ing senator!
Fresh from the tailor's in my new suit, I hit all the hippest spots, just waiting for the scenesters' jaws to drop at my sheer audacity. To make sure the irony was pitch-perfect, I got the matching shoes, the cuff links, everything—I even matched my silk socks to my eye color and the accents in my tie! I could barely keep a straight face! But in every single bar, club, and after-hours house party I went to, I got the same reaction—everybody just treated me like some kind of lame-o. They looked at me like I wasn't supposed to be there.
I initially thought maybe they were jealous, but then it dawned on me—they literally thought I was dressed like that for real! Ha! Couldn't these morons get a simple joke? It's like, "Hel-lo... If you have to explain it..."
I resolved then and there to stick it to the mainstream and adopt this bull suit as my signature look. If I knuckled under and went back to my drainpipe trousers and Chucks, I'd just be selling out. Nope. If anything, I was gonna take it further. I perfected the look until it was as hilarious as it could possibly be. No expense was spared—if I cut corners, I wouldn't be doing the joke justice. So I got a leather Hermes attaché case, and I filled it with— you guessed it—actual legal briefs! And my watch? Lame-ass TAG Heuer. Most expensive one I could find. Is that the avant-garde of hipness, or what?
But people still didn't get it. Nobody cracked up when they saw me at Yeah Yeah Yeahs shows. If anything, they seemed to avoid me. One of my now ex-friends even called me a sellout. WTF? He worked for a ing graphics design firm. I was standing right there in my goddamn suit, for Christ's sake. It's not my fault if some jerks can't handle the extreme and total " you" of my next-level fashion statement.
I took it further. I moved out of my Williamsburg loft (so 10 years ago anyway) and put a down-payment on an Upper East Side co-op. Uniformed black doorman and everything. Hilarious! Then, on a lark, I applied for a job at this hysterical corporate law firm called Gorman, Gorman, Hensler, and Stein, and—this is the kicker—I actually got the job!
I figured I'd fake the law gag long enough to get my first paycheck, then totally blow off these cheese-asses and frame my uncashed check as an irony trophy. Well, I did that... But then, when people still failed to pick up the joke and more and more weeks went by without me getting fired, the paychecks started to pile up and I figured, "What the hell? Might as well cash these extra ones." I had to, really, to pay for all this expensive ironic .
But what good is all this hilarity if there's no one else hip enough to appreciate it? On the 8:12 a.m. commuter train, everybody just assumes I'm one of them. So does my secretary, my assistant, and every single one of my colleagues at the law firm, where I'm now a partner. I even married this clueless girl from Connecticut—loves shopping and everything—and we have two ironic kids. I swear, they look like something out of a creepy 1950s Dick And Jane reader—I even have these hilarious silver-framed pictures of them in my cheesy corner office. But still, the humor is lost on everybody but me. I'm probably the most fashionable guy on the planet at this point, but no one understands. God! Do you have any idea how difficult it is being so far ahead of your time? Some days, it's enough to make me want to embrace conformity like all the other sheep.
But who am I kidding? Living on the cutting edge of irony is in my blood, man! I couldn't go straight if I tried!
Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
Trying to look cool and hip by deliberately "looking uncool" is still just another way of trying to look cool. It also makes you annoying, at least once you open your mouth and try to explain your clothing choice as "irony."
Hey, I agree with you. I'm just trying look at it from the hipsters' point of view.
This thread reminds me of:
boris_the_bear
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Originally posted by Sushipunk
The best suburb of Russia!
yes, with Russia being the suburb of Moscow and that being the suburbs of the Kremlin building
igottaknow
One can't help but be amused of the irony and probability the wearer at best has only a vague understanding of who he is. But such is life.
Everyone agrees, though, that Che surrendered and shouted words to the effect, "Don't shoot. I am Che Guevara and am worth much more alive than dead!" The Bolivian authorities obviously thought he was worth more dead. On October 9, 1967, Che was executed on orders of the Bolivian government.
