NEWSLETTER



DOS & DON'TS

Did he purposely rip those jeans himself or were they torn during the stampede to get into the auditions for the Berlin leg of Mr Annoying Little Media Queer 2009? Comments/Enlarge | See all


I don’t care if it’s a reconnaissance mission on that old guy’s dog pen across the crik or just foraging the couch cushions for spent Oreos, whatever this afternoon’s adventure is, I’m in. Comments/Enlarge | See all






RELATED ARTICLES

EMILY JAYNE
From the Annual Vice Photo Issue
“TEN PAGES OF PORTRAITS”
Curated by Tim Barber
VICE COMICS
By Michael DeForge
BEING A MONSTER
By John Haskell



FROM THIS ISSUE

BAD FRIENDS ARE GOOD FRIENDS
La Vida de Las Malas Amistades
SMASH THE IRA
Remember the Victims of Their Bombs
CONSPIRACY THEORIES IN THE WOODS
A couple of years ago two guys I know fro...
LITERARY/I WANT MY DVDS
Book/Movie Reviews - The Immersionism Iss...





DOS & DON'TS





We were at a shitty party in Paris where it was so uncomfortable everyone vacillated from putting their hands in their pockets to crossing their arms and bobbing back and forth going, “So?” Then this little guy got up on the turntables and put on some weird ragga dancehall shit that sounded like Kid 606 meets M.I.A. Everyone was like, “Wait, a fucking cat is on the decks? What?” and then they were all, “Um, I’m about to lose control and I think I like it.”

When the cat looked up, this girl was staring at him and pointing to her shirt. He laughed and put on Go Team’s “The Power Is On” like it was no big thing (which it is). They ended up going home together and he put his barbs in her ass.

When it’s supercrowded at a party and you’re walking around feeling horny there’s nothing like some red high heels and a “hey, over here” hat to snap you out of your daze and allow you to focus on the drunkest, funnest girls there.

Nine-feet-tall funny black guys and chubby little grade school racists are a good vibe because they show us that “fucking around” is the great unifier that brings people of all walks together—even more than shots.

Ever notice how, besides the purple guy, black people never smile in photographs?




Let’s face it. Homeless people are gross. Their shit-encrusted underpants have grown around the sores on their ass, and their feet reek so bad it’s interesting. So if they want us to give them money, they need to come to terms with the fact that we wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole. Like, put a dish really far away so we don’t have to go close to them to give them money. There you go.

We saw this girl at a normal bar wandering around like she just moved here and was worried that she was too advanced for her new scene and was going to have to dumb it down a bit but then she thought, “Fuck this, I am going to elevate this scene to my level,” exactly like Kevin Bacon did in Footloose where he taught the whole town how to rock.

A T-shirt with a blazer is still too Miami Vice but seersuckers and bright ice-cream-man colors are way better than anything cool. All that oversize-sports-clothes and 50 Cent tough-guy shit is for low-IQ white trash that need to go die getting us stuff.

Girls can wear anything they want if they have knee high boots on. Not the flat-soled ones Eurotrash wear but high-heel black leather boots that hurt her feet a bit. Shit, even dudes look good in them when they’re all rocking out with shoe polish on their face.

Wait, I changed my mind. New rule: dressing up like your mom is the new dirty slut look. It’s hotter and sluttier than thigh-high boots and a lace corset because it’s just so fucking weird it makes you want to eat her out behind the portables at parent-teacher interviews.



< PREV

COMMENTS


POST A COMMENT [SIGN IN]
Hi, in case you haven't heard, you can now sign up to become a "member" of Viceland.com, which entitles you to all sorts of amazing benefits like pictures and a nickname. Click here to make your own profile. You can still comment if you don't, but you gotta do it all 'nonymously.

Name:
Comment: