The New Yorker's latest issue has a fat juicy article about WHEN YUPPIES RULED with the subhead reading thusly (thusly, I said!):
Defining a social type is a way of defining an era. What can the time of the young urban professional tell us about our own?But my point is I don't really care about what the hell happened to yuppies and I didn't read the goddam article because I did the research - you're welcome - and are you fucking kidding me; here's an article about the history of yuppies and it waits until Word #1,204 in a 3,274-word article to mention THE definitive cultural work on the modern yuppy, the 1980 classic tome The Official Preppy Handbook???!!?? It just blithely mentions it and moves aside....because this writer is a lunatic?
But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from those soap commercials (RIP), "didn't you rather thoughtfully take some time back in 2010 to explain to everybody how impactful that book was?"
Sigh. Yes I did, faithful reader
One funny thing I have learned though the years is that one trademark of the preppy is that much like today's hipsters, a preppy will refuse to acknowledge that he or she is, in fact, a preppy. This list includes:
1) Preppy
2) Hipster
3) "The Man"
4) Latvian Midget Shit Porn "Playah"
4) "Part of the System"
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