Elitism is just too, too vulgar! sniff
mswas
September 17, 2008, 7:24pm
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Elitist is the new uppity.
You should have yelled “FUCK THAT SHIT! PABST BLUE RIBBON!”
Seriously, it was a once-in-a-lifetime movie reference set up
I’m a brand-new Pennsylvania resident and have had Yeungling and was pleased by it (really decent for a cheap macro), but. . .tell me more of this hipster status.
TVeblen:
PBR is getting trendy?!
As of about five years ago. It started with bike messengers in Portland OR, who started drinking PBR because it was cheap. The wannabes then started jumping on the bandwagon.
The growth in demand seems to be leveling off, but for a while at indie shows you could judge the quality of the band by the amount of PBR that was in evidence among the audience. Because the hipsters who drank PBR because they thought it was cool didn’t actually have good taste, so you didn’t see them at the cutting-edge shows, just at the second-rate ones.
Hamlet
September 19, 2008, 8:54pm
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TVeblen:
PBR is getting trendy?! That’s wrong, that’s just so damned wrong.
I love the stuff–once in a while, not often–because it tastes like college. There were beer wars; beer trucks would pull up to big college events and give away beer, just to build up fan loyalty. And it worked. We wouldn’t think of ordering anything but PBR at out beloved hole-in-the-wall dives.
Man, this is just depressing. I was a longtime Titanic enthusiastic, bought every book on the subject, thrilled by the Ballard expeditions, happily obsessed–and then they made that stupid movie. Everybody and his damned dog was an instant Titanic buff. And kept singing that horrid Celine Dion song.
And poker, don’t even get me started on poker. My family never even owned a deck of cards but I learned the game, the real thing, none of this lame Texas Hold 'Em stuff, from a bunch of marines. I was visiting my sister and ex-brother-in-law while he was stationed down in Quantico. It was a blast. A bunch of them would wander over just about every evening, homesick and bored out of their minds, for home cooking family time. I was only so-so at the game but my sister, the hidden math whiz, often took them to the cleaners. Then all of a sudden poker is popular, all over television and the internet. Sigh. The fine art of bluffing, sloooowly leading a whole table right down the garden path, deliberately being caught in small bluffs, maybe fumbling cards a little, brows knit in delicate confusion, then BLAM! The tipple of choice ran high to longneck Buds though, IIRC.
Can’t anybody even have a comfortable low-rent pastime without it getting gussied up? Kids these days.
Harump
I sense there could be a fortune for you if you figure out what the NEXT things is going to be. PBR…Titanic…poker… ____________.
Figure out what that ______ is and you can make some serious dough. Me, I’m guessing it’s not going to be “The theory of the Leisure Class” though…