A wifebeater is a kind of sleeveless ribbed white undershirt. Do a Google image search, and you will understand very quickly.
You very nearly described my 14-yr-old stepson. He attends a private school (150-200 students K-12) where Mrs. Blue Sky is a teacher. He thinks he’s the shizzat or whatever. He goes on and on about how much he hates the school and wants to go to a public school.
HA!
I give him a week, ten days tops before he gets his ass handed to him after smarting off to the guys he’s trying to imitate.
He continues to head down the path my younger brother did at his age.
I’ve already told my wife that I don’t visit anyone in jail and I sure as hell don’t bail anybody out.
Happy Scrappy: Just so you know, I’m stealing “ever-so-fly.”
And if you think that the faux-ghetto look is sad in Suburban New Jersey, you should see it in rural Michigan. “Yo yo yo! I’ma get me some fudge, dawgs!”
In my experience, the really tough guys act like self-deprecating clowns.
ninjas!
Where you been? You don’t write, you don’t call. It’s depressing.
And what? You didn’t like “Ghetto Superman?”
This is the funniest thing I have read this month.
There are so many kids around here who do the whole ghetto style pants-below-their-butts thing that I really only notice the ones that stick out. Like the boy whose pants were so baggy that I nearly leaned out of the car as I drove by and yelled, “Nice skirt!” (I didn’t, obviously.)
But around here you can’t always judge them by that clothing and attitude bit. The other evening I came out of a store and was headed to my car, had to walk between two cars to get there. Two young men who were dressed and strutting like they just came out of the Lower Ninth Ward were approaching the gap from the other side. They saw me coming and politely stepped aside and said, “Excuse me,” and let me go through first. Go figure!
This is where I LOVE being a girl. We can just wave our pinkies. They GET the message.
Good description, they always remind me of a toddler with full diapers halfway down to its knees.
And you’re SO right, they don’t look intimidating, they look sillier than all get out!
So you’re tough, huh? right :rolleyes:
7, he wanted to be judged by what he wore. He just didn’t want, or expect, the judgement HSHP handed down.
*Ghetto Superman
That is what you am
coming from the ‘hood’
now you’re packing wood
(cuz you can’t afford
heat). Man now I’m bored
lookin at yo’ ass,
SUV pumping bass.
You can’t rely on your ‘image’ out here…
you ain’t from no hood, you boy, not near…
Ah, Suburbia.
That is where we are.
Not the ghetto, fool.
See that swimming pool?
You’re as tough as cream
and you look as mean.
I could tear you up-
make you real fucked up.
You should stop fronting like you are where it’s at…
I’m patient now, but wait 'til I get my bat…*
[sub]That was entirely too much fun.[/sub]
From The Sting:
Hooker:: “He’s not as tough as he thinks”
Gondorff: “Neither are we”.
Yesterday at Target, a couple of teenage boys dressed in Abercrombie and Fitch-type gear were looking over the cordless phones. Then, in a loud, straight-out-of-Compton-heavy-on-the-O-sound accent, a conversation between the two took place.
“Yo, G, dat be one mad stank ass phone. Shit, know what I’m sayin’, yo?”
The rest was straight off the pages of a Herbert Kornfeld article in The Onion, in a perfect “Yo, MTV Raps!” accent.
It’s not only the suburbs, it’s the suburbs in KANSAS.
Thank you for the “full diaper” image. I actuially mentioned this one to my daughter (15 year old) and believe she picked up on it. At least I haven’t seen any more of the boys dressed like this hanging around the house and she giggles when we pass one.
Thanks again.
Testy
I didn’t grow up in a ghetto but I did run with a rough crowd in school, there not being much alternative at the time. Also used to work for a rehab facility with drug addicts and felons in Chicago, folks who had done real time for real crimes.
I, too, laugh at the gangsta wannabes.
Real toughboys don’t wear pants that interfere with their ability to run, for starters, not if they’re going to be getting into some real shit. They might wear baggy seven-day-shitters but they’ll still be able to move in them with tripping and falling on their faces.
Being female and on the small side I get “fronted” or whatever the hell they call it every now and then by some insecure testosterone-poisoned fuckhead wanting to make a point about being a dominant alpha-male when, in reality he’s a little shit gamma at best and should he find himself in prison he’d likely be everyone’s omega male boy toy. Maybe I shouldn’t laugh at them so hard, but they ARE funny-looking.
And you’re right - they’re so busy doing dominance displays that anyone intending real harm would find them an easy target. They expect the manliness :rolleyes: oozing out of their pimples to so overwhelm the bystander than no one gets close enough for a punch. HA!
The suburban wannabes are swallowing the “glamour” and advertising hook line and sinker, without a clue as to the joys of real hoodlum life, like gang fights, police beatings, jail rape, waking up in one’s own dried vomit puddle due to overindulgence the night before, the pain of being shot, stabbed, or having your jaw or skull broken in a knock-down-drag-em-out fight, and long-term consequences of the above which can include life-long disability and pain.
And I would just like to say that just because someone didn’t grow up in the 'hood doesn’t mean they are not capable of extreme irrational violence.
A kid who grew up with me in the whitebread 'burbs of Ohio is doing a life sentence…
Don’t really know, GaWd. I came across IHS because they get ridiculed a lot at Fark.com.
When my mum taught a grade 5/6 split class for a couple of years (her usual spot is grade 1), she had a kid in her class named Hugh who liked to wear the “full diaper sagging pants” where the crotch basically reached his knees.
Every day, he’d line up at the bell, with his classmates, and mom would go up to him, pull up his pants, and belt them in place.
The kid thought it was amusing, so did mom… 
I have a friend who dresses up like that. I told him he has to change the way he dresses if he doesn’t want to get constantly get pulled over by the cops or have some racist jerkoff wanting to beat the living crap out of him.
He once had a guy who wanted to this to him because he was blasting the rap/hip hop and because the way he dressed. He was also pulled over once for a silly violation of having a stupid air freshener hanging off his mirror. He had gotten pulled over before, had his car searched (probably thought he was doing drugs), and such.
This kid also looks like eminem. He doesn’t want that look, but too bad. He looks exactly like him. He could be a good impersonator if he wanted to be.