WHY ARE THE 90'S BACK?

     What's up sluts? I know it's been a minute since I dropped some education on your asses, but that's because I've been busy prepping this goddammned podcast so you can listen to my voice. I've been around though, and I've been noticing some changes happening around me lately. There's some weird shit happening on college campuses and the younger areas of New York. Apparently 90's style is cool again. I see black dudes walking around with boozy fades, hipsters playing Sega Genesis in their abundantly ironic Bushwick apartments, and the fucking Spice Girls have a stage show in London. Why is any of this happening?  The thing that I find most strange about the fad is that its all people my age setting the trend. Everyone involved is like aged 22-30. We already lived through the 90's, why are we trying to bring them back? Do you not remember? The 90's were like mediocre at best. What the fuck is going on? If all you remember about the decade is your childhood, then the memories are obviously going to be sweet. Everyone's childhood is awesome, no matter what decade you lived it through, unless you were like molested by an uncle (Well not really an uncle, but like a close friend of your parents who you call uncle even though he isn't really an actual uncle........ok just a guy in van who promised me alottttttttttttt of candy and never did actually follow through with his end of the bargain). There's not a single bad thing about childhood for the average American kid. You wake up, bullshit around school for a couple of hours and then you're free to go play baseball without helmets, and explore the woods at night time. Along the way you watch a few TV shows and play with some action figures.

      My generation just refuses to grow up. There's no fucking hope for us. By 2020 there will be no more doctors, lawyers, or politicians. Just a stupefying number of house music DJs and cupcake shop entrepreneurs. If you cut yourself by accident trying to slice up your gluten free loaf of honey oat bread, you're in trouble, but if you're throwing a Garbage Pale Kids themed disco party and need someone on the ones and twos don't worry. You can log onto Facebook and find a DJ in less than 3 minutes. There's a reason short shorts, high top fades, and LA Gear sneakers went out of style. THEY LOOK FUCKING RIDICULOUS. I know how many people walk this earth, lemme rephrase that, walk around New York City, dressed like an asshole on purpose to try and be different (unsuccessfully) but we're going a little too far here, amigos.   

   I'm not hating on the 90's, I'm actually listening to The Cranberries at this exact moment. Those pasty Irish motherfuckers had some great hits. Like I said it was a good time to grow up. The world changed a lot in that decade. Seinfeld is great. The internet is great. Knowing everyone on the planet (minus Africa, ewwwwwwww) has a cellphone is great. However, there's a lot of shit from the 90's that WASN'T so great, and if we don't stop this mayhem in it's tracks now there's no telling if any of these abominations can come back.

Grunge- Find me a person (outside of Seattle) that wants this bullshit to come back and I will eat 11 sweaty Puerto Rican strippers assholes out and wash it down with a glass of vinegar. Grunge music is terrible, and the people who listen to it look like dirty vagabond lumberjacks. Nirvana sucks. Nirvana has always sucked. I had to get new underwear from laughing when Rolling Stone put Kurt Cobain in their top 100 guitar players (I also love reading Rolling Stone because they're a music magazine that doesn't know anything about music). I would rather hang my head out the side of a Jeep Wrangler and let my face drag on the pavement of the Garden State Parkway then have to listen to even one Soundgarden song.

Saved By The Bell- This is not a good show. I don't care if you watched it after school when you were 9 and you're nostalgic about how cool you thought the gang was because they had their own Fudruckers they could go to after school and sit in chairs backwards while scarfing down a basket of french fries.  It was so bad, it got dropped two times from television before it got a piece of shit Saturday morning time slot on NBC. It ran 4 seasons for a reason. You know why you liked it so much? Because you were 6 when it was in syndication on television, and what the fuck do 6 year olds know about story structure and character development? Nothing, that's because they're learning what the color yellow is in kindergarten class. Screech is the most annoying character ever on television, and yes I'm ranking him higher than Peter Griffin, Fran Drescher, and anyone on "Scrubs". Also lets not forget that "Saved By The Bell" launched the career of the truly horrible Mario Lopez who gets a paycheck for doing sit ups and looking greasy, which should be enough reason to hate the show in my opinion.  

Bigotry- To be fair this obviously hasn't completely gone away, but we forget that there were some major race relation events that went down in the 90's. How could we forget the L.A riots? The always graceful Los Angeles Police Department beat the shit out of Rodney King and then were acquitted of excessive force charges by an all white jury. For some reason, this pissed off the south central population which was about 96% black. Cut to people just walking into The Wiz and walking out with televisions and smoke grenades popping off on Sunset Blvd. There always seems to be something so exciting happening in California.

Also, let's not forget our outstanding treatment of gay Americans in the 90's. Fresh off the AIDs scare, in 1993 Bill Clinton introduced Don't Ask Don't Tell. I don't even think I have to explain this, but the short answer for of this is that gay people in the military had to keep their shit on the downlow, or get kicked out. This was also the decade that we first saw the Westboro Baptist Church on parade ruining funerals of homosexuals. With their picket signs in hand, these heroes (sent by god himself, see?) fearlessly, and valiantly held up signs (because signs are badass as fuck) at the funeral of Mathew Shepard, a 21 year old Wyoming homo sexual male. Matt was savagely tortured and murdered so you can understand why someone would picket his funeral for being gay, right? RAWK ON 1998.

Furby- You never had fun with a Furby doll. Don't lie to me. More importantly, don't lie to yourself. Furby was the ultimate consumer trap in 1990's America. Children wanted them, myself included, because they were adorable and they could talk to you. They could say their names, and even SAY YOUR NAME, but children are stupid and don't think anything through, which is why children don't exercise stock options or pay attention  to fiscal trends and become real estate moguls. Looking back I remember the struggle it was to get my dad to buy my sisters and I a Furby doll, and now here I am a full fledged young adult completely understanding why my dad's soul was crushed into dust when he finally caved. THE THING NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don't know how my parents didn't impale it with a screw driver. You would feed it...it wants more food. You would pick it up, and play with it and pet it.....it wants more attention. It was like a fat alcoholic baby, the only difference is Furby could never die if you neglected it. It would just keep talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking. It was almost like being married to a woman. Where's the fun in that?

Roller Blades- Just look at these fucking people

EEEK

Cmonnnnnnnn man

People in California think this is fun

That poor child

This one isn't a surprise

Steroids in baseball- What am I talking about? Bring back the homerun ball bitch! I want to see David Wright hit 113 homeruns next season. Hit the weights homeboy.

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NEW YORK FASHION WEEK DOS AND DON'TS

        It's fashion week in New York . Oh shit! Is that a corpse walking down 7th avenue? Oh no, it's Aaron Carter trouncing around Midtown looking for gay prostitutes and low level crack rocks (because he's on a budget) in parachute pants and Tracy McGrady sneakers from 2002. More importantly, the hottest women in the world are hanging around the city until at least the end of the week. Now when I say the hottest women in the world, don't misconstrue even a syllable of that sentence, I mean it to the fullest. On a regular basis about 85% percent of the most beautiful people in the world live on the island Manhattan, 7% live in L.A because they're in movies,  3% percent live in South America because they are sex slaves who are owned by the drug cartels, and the other 5% are spread throughout Italy, France, and England because they like art and history and all that other gay bullshit that isn't important in America. THESE ARE REAL STATISTICS ACCORDING TO ME AND THE MULATTO KID SITTING NEXT TO ME IN THE LIBRARY WEARING DIRTY RED HIGH TOP AIR FORCE ONE SNEAKERS.  During fashion week all these percentages form like Voltron and Manhattan becomes a dangerous %100 percent hot woman level. Look left, super model. Look right, super model. It's sensory overload. Having said all of this as a man, the main point of fashion week if you're going out is to be fresh. You need a how to guide on how to not look like an asshole in front of these gorgeous women. Now guys, I get it, you're not me. I'm gorgeous bruh. Thick head of dark hair, a chest that you can eat assorted smoked meats off of, and a dick so big if they had it when the Titanic hit the iceberg, no one would have died because we would have had an extra row boat, feel me? It's cool, I know I set a super hardcore example of superb alpha male behavior, but if you follow these rules you're straight, I promise.

Do- Do have a credit card. Bitches love to spend money, especially when it isn't theirs. I know you're broke, I am too (If you're reading this, give me checks) that's why the gold card was invented home slice. Pay it later. You're balling out this week, because if there's one week a year where you should be, it's this one. Fuck Christmas, fuck Hanukkah, fuck Kwanza because no one celebrates it anyway. This is the big leagues dude. Men do things for high fives from other men. This list includes building sky scrapers, curing polio, and sleeping with hot women. If you try to impress Kate Upton, and she wants a Filet Mignon marinated in Henri IV served on a platter made out of platinum and bald eagle's assholes on the rooftop of the Plaza Hotel, you say yes and pray to god they take Discover. Realistically it'll probably be way more food anyway because Kate looooooooooooves to eat (Just Kidding Kate. You're shockingly gorgeous, bitch).

Do- Do know your way around the 5 boroughs (Well 4. You're not going to Staten Island). Know your landmarks. Pop quiz hot shot. It's 2:15 in the morning and you're with Naomi Watts and Alessandra Ambrosio and they wanna get out of Manhattan. Naomi is pretending to be black tonight, and she wants to go somewhere crazy. Where do you go? That's right, Brasil is spinning an after hours dubstep show at an abandoned meat freezer on Bedford Avenue in Greenpoint. Uh oh, Alessandra popped way too much molly and then Naomi cracked her skull open with a cell phone because she thought Alessandra was making fun of her bowlegged dancing, when really she was just having 4 seizures at once. You can't take her to a hospital because the paparazzi can't find out about this. Where do you take her? That's right, Dr. Chang's apartment in Flushing. He can keep his mouth shut and there's like 6,000 Dr. Changs in Flushing, the media would never figure out which one it is. See why you need to know this shit?

Do- Do make up a background story for yourself. Let's be real bruh, you're probably not that interesting. The people at these parties and shows are musicians and movie stars. Their lives are better than yours. I hate when people try to say things like celebrities lives aren't better than regular people's, of course they are. You're probably a plumber from Rahway New Jersey. How many toilets do you think Emma Stone had to fix last year? Anyway, take a couple of hours and make up an interesting story about yourself. The more you pretend you don't give a shit the better because that's intriguing to people. Learn like a card trick and be semi vague. Observe

Plumber from Rahway- My name is Dan. Here pick a card, any card

Model- Hello Dan, sure. What do you do Dan?

Dan- Well, a little bit of this, little bit of that. Is this your card?

Money.  The best Dan is going to do at least.

Do- Do do coke off the curve of any woman's ass if offered. I don't do coke, but you're not me pimp. You gotta look cool somehow.

Don't- Don't try and tell funny stories. You're not funny to begin with. Also models don't laugh unless it's at other people's physical shortcomings, like your receding hairline. It's a double whammy, you're just wasting everyone's time. These people are mad liberal, which is just as bad as being mad conservative. They're the same thing. Just act like you have a stick up your ass and you read something interesting in the New Yorker about economic tyranny in Uganda, and how those people "need our help". You'll be a hit.

Don't- Don't, please don't. For the love of god DO NOT try to pull off one of these horrifically stupid outfits. These people look like assholes. Their fashion statement is that they found this fabric in a dirty alley on 128th street when they went uptown to buy heroine, and decided to drape it over their shoulder and wear it in public. You don't need to look like a member of the ensemble cast to "The Lion King" stage show, or wear chainmale shirtless to fit in. You're a man. Invest in a decent pair of dress shoes and get a tailored suit. Whether you're on the hunt for some pussy, or your swinging for our allies in the LGBT, whatever you're trying to attract is going to dig a suit that fits you well and a nice pair of shoes. Please do not wear a poncho you asshole.

Don't- Don't pull your dick out in public unless a female asks you to. I know there will be lots of small Chinese pigmys running around in capri pants and electric blue spiked hair doing this all over the city. Ignore them. They're artsy and asian. It's expected from them for both those reasons. You are neither of those things Dan. Keep your dick inside your pants unless you're using it.


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TAYLOR SWIFT'S INTERVENTION

       Taylor, my name is Mike nice to meet you, come on in and have a seat. Now look around. Everyone is in this room today because they love you, and want to help you. We've been noticing lately that the media has been paying quite a bit of attention to your love life. I can't blame them. You are most certainly the "IT" girl right now and it's easy to see why. First off you're cute, there's no denying that. A blonde curly haired white girl from Pennsylvania usually has what it takes to win the hearts of America. Also you make country music and for whatever reason white people all over America all of a sudden decided they liked this audio diarrhea about gettin' pussy in Kentucky, and red solo cups (Country music is horrifically bad, but that's a whole different conversation).  Finally, and this is probably the most important thing, you actually legitimately seems really nice and sweet. Honestly. It's like you're following some check list to constantly gain approval from white America.

-Make Country Music- CHECK

-Appear on "Ellen" 4 Times a Week- CHECK

-Glue a Smile on Your Face and Constantly Be Positive and Upbeat Even Though Life is a Dark Lonely Void That Ends In Oblivion- CHECK

-Take Cute Pictures of Cats on Instagram- CHECK

- Act Completely Surprised Any Time You Receive Praise or Recognition of Any Kind- CHECK

     On the surface, you're perfect, there's no way around it. I ain't even mad though, do your thing Taylor.  Get your money. Spend it on your ridiculous looking sparkling guitars and Lisa Frank trapper keepers and other things that girls in my 7 year old cousin's 1st grade class like. Better get all this shit now because you're ride is going to be coming to an end very soon if you don't clean your act up girlfriend. That's why these gentleman to my left and my right are here today. We want to help you.
     You see, you're fame has come from writing songs about guys fucking you over which young girls can relate to, because you are a role model to them. This is something you started doing when you were 18, a very young girl. As boys continue to break your heart as you grow into womanhood, you cope by locking yourself in a studio with a notebook, and it ends in success every time. At this point you are 23 years old, still a very young ripe age, but let's take a look into the future. 
     You continue to date boys, get dumped, and write music. The cycle just never ends. Except now you're not 23, you're 32. Those cupcakes you love baking around the holidays start to take their toll on your waste line as your body begins to prepare itself for the baby making stage of it's life, and as you have grown up, your fans have grown up with you. Your fans however have had to mature. They can't relate to your music anymore, they have husbands and children, and mortgages to pay, and a job at Metlife with a boss riding them hard for that expense report that was due yesterday, but the baby wouldn't shut the fuck up all night so they couldn't get any work done.  They just don't care about songs with lyrics that bitch about how boys don't like them. They have way too much on their plates, and with the new generation growing more life savvy every day, are you still a role model to young girls? A single, 32 year old woman who can't hold down a man and continues to project her problems onto the world, lacking any accountability, blaming all her romantic missteps on her partner? At what point does a young girl say....."Maybe it's Taylor's fault?".  So your album sales dip, as do the size of the venues you play. You go from The Garden, to Radio City, to the Best Buy Theater, to Rockland Music Hall, and your movie career.......well let's just say that that experiment is over LOLZ.  I'm here to tell you though, it does not have to be like this
     A lot of people seem to think that your trouble with men stems from this insane idea that we don't want to mess with you because if we break up with you, we end up public enemy number one by ending up in one of your songs. Let me be the first one to tell you that has never been a factor in any man's decision to sleep with a woman in the history of man kind. You're not the daughter of a mafia boss, you probably don't own a gun, and you look clean so I'm going to assume your vagina doesn't exhume a pungent odor. Those are the 3 qualifications to not have sex with a girl that exist on the planet.  If anything having a bitch write a song about what a heart breaker you are is the ultimate compliment. I'd rather give you a hickey while grabbing your tits right now and have you write a song about me that dis enchants every woman on earth from ever messing with me for the rest of my life, than marry a 6 foot blonde big titted Norwegian princess with Steven Tyler's lips and her own hovercraft.  My hand would constantly be broken from all the high fives I'd be getting. Stop thinking that's a factor in your relationships, like your mediocre musicianship is the giant elephant in the room hindering your chances at a meaningful relationship with a man. You're problem is that you need to grow up, and accept a little bit of responsibility for your actions instead of buying body pillows and stuffed animals to sleep with at night because they feel like a boy. That's why I brought these gentleman in to talk to you about their side of your relationship.

Joe Jonas-  We had a lot of fun Taylor. Playing music with you was the best. Sitting around a camp fire singing songs about being young and oh so confused about everything. You would take the low parts, and I of course would always sing the high ones. Any time I needed eyeliner, or a flat iron for my hair, you were there. Anytime I wanted to go shopping for matching Dooney and Bourke European sling bags, you were there. But when I wanted to share my love for Jesus with you, you were not there. I told you I was saving myself for marriage but you just tried and tried to get into my pants, which were actually your pants that I was borrowing. You were too aggressive for me Taylor, and Jesus was just a modest carpenter.

John Mayer-  Dear Taylor. I couldn't be at this stupid intervention thing because I'm in Minneapolis getting my swerve on. It's not called the twin city for nothing if you know what I'm saying. To clarify I have twin bitches in my bed right now and I'm giving them a nasty Eiffel tower while I write this letter to you. Let's call this spade to spade. Monogamy is not really my thing. Eating Jessica Simpson's rancid pussy and then talking about it to "People Magazine" is my thing. That's what I'm good at. I'm kind of a wild and crazy bad boy which you should have known from the start. It's the reason I wrote that song "Daughters" in the first place. Listen though, it was fantastic taking your virginity. You were so young and naive so it took you like 0 convincing to hit it raw, despite the whole chlamydia situation I have going on (that's a sexually transmitted disease. You should Wikipedia it, it's a part of you now).  Welp, gotta run. Eric Clapton wants me to come over and play guitar because I'm a rockstar like I've been telling everyone. 

Harry Styles- Taylor, I'm English so excuse me if my English isn't so great. I like to remember the good times we had. Eating pizza together (with no vegetables, because those are yucky poo poo), watching "Zoom" which my mom said is ok to watch after school because it's educational, and putting baseball cards on the spokes of our bikes so it sounds like we're riding motorcycles. It was such a wonky time. I remember that one time we french kissed. I was so happy I just ran off and started skipping rocks on a pond. Let's be honest though, I'm 17 years old. What the fuck were you doing dating me? You're basically a woman and I'm still trying to figure out the difference between Barbasol shaving cream and the gel stuff. Seriously, what's the deal with that?

Conor Kennedy- Listen Taylor you're great but let's be honest, I'm going to be dead in like a matter of weeks. I know you didn't make it to school much because of all the "music" you were making, but just to fill you in on some history, my grandfather sold weapons to Hitler who was like the most evil dude of all time. To put it in terms you might understand, Hitler was kind of like the Grinch who stole Christmas, but instead of showering Whoville with presents at the end of the movie, Hitler tried to shower every Jewish person on earth with toxic gasses. My whole family is cursed as fuck, no one makes it past like 28, except Uncle Ted, but that's a whole nother story. Don't even get me started on Uncle Ted.  Anyway, it just wasn't going to work. You understand, right?

Jake Gyllenhaal- Taylor, please stop calling me. I'm a movie star I do not have time to deal with this shit. One Love.

      This should say a lot Taylor. Maybe  date a stable human being for once. Like a mechanic or something. A regular person, with a regular job who would enjoy your natural, air tight, clingy nature. Think about it girlfriend. It could save your career.

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