Post★Boy

My reaction to the following event may seem a bit stereotypical of the opposite gender or sexual orientation, depending what side of the ignorance fence you stand on, but I found it slightly disturbing none the less.

MadCat, Jennie SMASH! and I were hopping on a train to the LES to attend a happy hour for this blogger party. When the car doors opened, a youthful looking, African-Ambiguous dood steps out of the car wearing an army green cadet cap and the rare, knitted hoodie that SMASH! has often complimented me on for rocking.

Now, as someone that shops off the rack I know that I can never hope to own a unique piece of clothing in this city, but motherfuckers are seriously coping my style. I done been Swagger Jacked!

This may sound delusional, since in NYC no one can claim to be originator of any style, but I put a serious lack of effort into my look that does not warrant metrosexual punks copping my skeez. I would not have taken notice but recently (i.e. at no time before this) a lot of friends and strangers have been telling me that they have a friend or saw this guy that has little elements of my flow.

I should take it as a compliment, but instead I have the urge to throw my entire wardrobe out and shave my head. Who needs a city of MouseClones™ running around riding my coat-tails and diluting my mojo?

Fuckers.