Yes they are. Visit any club on Staten Island and you will see hordes of douchebags just like that with their tacky girlfriends in tow. Guidos are a plague(I can say that because I’m Italian-American )
This stuff all stems from the Nightclub Promoter scene. I know them, most are douchebags.
Promoters have their clique of look-at-me-I’m-pretty friends, guys with fake tans, tacky tattoos and uber-trendy outfits. girls with fake boobs, giant stiletto heels, hair extensions and they all have an obsession with being the center of attention. Promoters need these people because they are the types of people that will show up to every “event” and give an impression of it being the hot place to be. They talk about where they were and drag their less-douchey friends along with them propping up the business. Those fake-boobed girls get regular guys to show up to watch, the pretty-boys lure in the young girls looking for someone to buy them drinks and take them home in their Porsche. It’s a finely tuned machine.
All these pictures come from the Promoters website. They hire photags to show up and capture the people and the action to promote the next event. These people love attention and love waking up the next day seeing themselves on a website or in a club magazine. To get that attention the dress even more ridiculous and make the stupid faces and poses and the promoter encourages it by selecting those photos for their website.
I was trying to explain to a couple girls at work why ‘popping’ your collar makes you a douchebag. The thing is, I couldn’t give a reason, other than the fact that it does. I mean…doucebags pop their collars, and if you pop your collar, you’re a douchebag. It’s one of those weird things that describes itself. For some reason, they actually like popped collars and the guys that have them, but they are otherwise NOT the type of girls you normally see with douchebags! They aren’t tanned out, coke heads, or ditzes, or what have you. It’s weird, but they just don’t seem to get what, exactly, makes a guy a douchebag.
Oh, and since we’re on the subject, here is a google image search for douchebag that I found: Damn, that guy’s a douche!
And here’s a picture of me at a costume party. I came as a douchebag. I also had not seen the previous picture until just five minutes ago, and the similarities are eerie.
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her sons live in a section of Boston—most of the kids associated with those pages live in Hyde Park, if that area means anything to you.
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I lived in Hyde Park for a year. It’s a predominantly working class suburb in Dedham, MA, just south of Boston. I didn’t see too many D-bags when I lived there.
When my friends and I had Jersey Shore house, we saw a lot of these dudes: http://www.njguido.com/
Our favorite bar was DJais in Belmar, NJ. The girls always wanted to go to the prepier Parker House in Sea Girt.
Of course we always told ourselves we weren’t “those guys”. But yeah, when you roll up with half a dozen 24 year old 200+ lb spikey haired Italian and Greek guys wearing tight polo shirts, you pretty much are those guys.
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This stuff all stems from the Nightclub Promoter scene. I know them, most are douchebags.
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Yeah. In reality, the people in those clubs are not all as good looking as the people in those photos. But a lot of them are 'roided up douchebags who take themselves way too seriously.
I’m definitely going with NJ for a few of them. I had flashbacks of Point Pleasant and Seaside Heights douchebaggery from just looking at those pictures.
I have nothing to add except that the OP missed a rare opportunity to use the word douchebaguette in the thread title. (It’s either a lady douchebag, or bread you can eat in the shower!)
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I have nothing to add except that the OP missed a rare opportunity to use the word douchebaguette in the thread title. (It’s either a lady douchebag, or bread you can eat in the shower!)
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Funny story. I’m driving out to a client site in Long Island with a colleague a few years back. So somehow the topic of “guidos” comes up but he’s a Mormon and not from the area so he doesn’t really know what I’m talking about. So I explain to him the concept for awhile but I’m not sure he really understands yet.
So anyway, a few hours later, we’re in an elevator and this guy walks in. He has the spikey blown back hair, kind of like Daffy Duck after getting shot in the face with Elmer Fudds shotgun. He’s got the gold chains, striped purple velvet running pants and some sort of leather jacket. Anyhow, my colleague nudges me and mouths the word “guido?”.
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I have to admit, those are some amazing douchebags. Jesus, this guy would make Gandhi want to punch him in the face.
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You see, I think bra is completely hot and would jump him anytime… but that’s just me. I agree that the brainless, collagen/silicone saturated hotties do complement the bicep-size-bigger-than-IQ 'roid monsters very well.
I’ve not been there so don’t say so with any experience, but whenever I see pics from that website I always think of Miami.
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I lived in Hyde Park for a year. It’s a predominantly working class suburb in Dedham, MA, just south of Boston. I didn’t see too many D-bags when I lived there.
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Hyde Park isn’t in Dedham, it is a section of Boston and has been since 1912:
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Most of these photos appear to be taken at a club or a party. How seriously is one supposed to take oneself in such an environment?
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These vermin take themselves extremely seriously. This is the crowd that turns out at big-name white clubs in Manhattan on the weekends. Sadly, they are for real.
Once upon a time my wife and I went to see a show at Avalon, formerly Limelight. I knew better than to go, but damn, Infected Mushroom was playing. The club was packed with these fools, trained in from the burbs, bused in from Jersey, and ferried in from Staten.
My wife is a gorgeous Japanese woman and is much better looking and classier than most of the skanks they brought with them, so we spent the whole time telling the d-bags, guidos, and Long Island X dealers that no, she was not going to leave me on the spot. One of them even grabbed her rack on the dance floor. That almost ended badly.
We haven’t gone OUT out since, and this was maybe four years ago.