Shoretalken: It’s Not The Heat, It’s The Stupidity
· Guy who stabbed the Welsh guy in Margate a few weeks back revealed to be a… total piece of shit! Registered sex offender/panderer, yada yada, the whole nine. Put on your superior hoodie, Philadelphia: In what would be a shocking twist on any down-the-shore crime story, he’s not from here! [Inky]
· Meanwhile, HuffPo gets to the heart of an altogether more disturbing topic: The Redneckization of the Jersey Shore. How Bin Laden t-shirts ever nudged out such classics as “100% Italian Bitch” and “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” on the boards is the story of America’s collapse. [HuffingtonPost]
· Shocker: Pete Wentz still has a boner for Jerz beaches. [ABC]
· Sorry about all that, guys. You clearly could use a drink. How ’bout some sweet, delicious, intoxicating Tully Nuts? (Surprisingly, pictured.) [DownTheShoreWithJen]
August 23rd, 2007 at 2:30 pm
You really had to reach to a New Yorker for this one? Alright, Benedict.
And what do we find? New Yorker finds rest of country–gasp–not like his conspicuously pious, shiny-assed self, which is to say his prejudices find just what they are looking for, to the exclusion of any potential evidence to the contrary.
Shocker! Groundbreaking! Not predictably self-righteous, morally arrogant, or smug in any way! No sirree, his noble beachside convictions render his American hands perfectly clean, right? Right?
It’s also not in any way hypocritical, since the endless shops in Manhattan filled with grotesquely overpriced frivolities are not “gluttonous” like all those awful mom-n-pop trinket shops at the benighted Jersey Shore. Not a class-based judgment call, there. Nope.
Let’s drop the sad, morbid parody of Tit-For-Tat. This is the Delaware Valley–we’re all up to our ears in potentially violent hicks. And any of us lifelong residents know that both Philly and South Jersey used to be a hell of a lot worse that they are now. Hell, kids in my hometown now grow up wearing shoes. Shoes! I had to shod my feet in gutted mackerels.