a personal favorite

something about the shift from punk rock being a trash art (i.e. using stolen or broken gear, playing illegal shows, actual police interference) to the interminable so-called "pop-punk" and (improperly appropriated) "hardcore" of 21st century teenagers, marked by spectacularized and glamourized versions of its predecessor, leads me to believe that seeing faux-hawked 14 year old kids ruining pretty gear practicing something akin to showmanship is a joy tantamount to that of oedipus realizing he's a motherf***er.

observe:












clearly, there's no shortage.