The problem with that “Yeah, I’m a disgusting pig—fuck you” look is it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Like when someone comes up to you on the bus and gets right up in your grill to say, “Oh I get it. YEAAAH, you’re just like the rest of them. You think I’m crazy too,” and you’re like, “Well, I do now.”
Someone needs to teach all those Europeans bitching about American entertainment and “ze Disneyfication of ze arts” that people who stand on a sidewalk and guffaw while their drunken countrymen pretend to shove balloon dicks up their asses shouldn’t throw stones. Enlarge/Comments DOs & DON'Ts
