So Morrissey supposedly digs the “fourth sexuality,” right? Well, even that big old pansy would have to draw the line at the fifth. Metrosexuality is Australia’s new plague. A Melbourne party promoter has successfully banned metrosexuals from attending his new event on the grounds that their presence encourages bar fights. “Low-cut V-neck t-shirts, skinny jeans, pointed white shoes,” and “anyone who looks like David Beckham” will apparently be excluded from Lorca. There will also be a name-and-shame board, where serial offenders will have their photos posted–a line-up that will presumably look not unlike a failed boyband’s publicity press pack. Well, we don’t know about you guys in Australia, but we have laws against discrimination on the basis of sexuality.
Though we will admit it’s everyone’s worst nightmare. You walk into a bar for a quick pint with friends, and suddenly you spot them out of the corner of your eye: metrosexuals. At the next table. They’re talking about shoes in their modulated accents. Their faces well-oiled, their suits well-fitting, they’re drinking some sort of Belgian beer with a slice of lemon floating coquettishly on top. Fucking shitballs.
“We wanted to shed light on the problems with nightlife in Australia,” suggests Scott Mellor, Lorca’s promoter. “We took everything that we disliked about going out to clubs and inverted it … no dressing up like David Beckham, no blond-dyed tips.” Given that his clubnight is named after the restaurant in American Psycho that’s too exclusive for even Patrick Bateman to get a table at, perhaps he’s confused fact and fiction and spends most of his time cowering under tables, waiting for a psycho killer doused in Paco Rabanne to stick a blowtorch on his still-living intestines until they fuse into exotic geometries like magic animal balloons. Or he could just want all the girls to himself. Remember, dear readers, the wise words of Pastor Niemöller:
First they came for the bikers and I did not speak out – because I was not a biker;
Then they came for the townies and I did not speak out – because I was not a townie;
Then they came for the metrosexuals, and I did not speak out – because I was not a metrosexual;
Then they came for THE HIPSTERS – but there was no one left to speak out for me…
Tags: Australia's plague, guyliner, metro-bashing
how many plagues can one country-slash-island have?
Someone is really jealous of David Beckham. Or madly in love with.
@Eroc
Or just in love with himself.
metrosexuals are the most dangerous group on earth right now. it’s true. i saw it on wikipedia.
He calls em metrosexuals, but we call em “douchbags” and I would like any club with this policy:
“Popular brand Ed Hardy tops the list of unacceptable clothing, as does “fight fashion” from brands such as Tapout. Other faux pas include pointed leather shoes, shirts with numbers on them, tight T-shirts and polo shirts with popped collars.”
I am moving to melbourne just to go to this club. It is hard to fully enjoy a night of reckless abandon with thise dicks floating about.
Lolatu had the clothing pretty much spot on.
*these
Skinny jeans and pointy shoes have nothing to do with Metrosexuals.
It’s called ‘Dorcia’ and I believe you’ve missed the point of the policy
its dorcia! not lorcia!
I have been to Dorcia “the club night” and let me tell you… It’s a killer party!!!
You got the name of the club wrong, twice. I saw something about Patrick Bateman and geometry in there as well but aside from that, this article is spot on incorrect.
know what club to fire bomb then
Metros are wonderful