The Scot-torialist: A double win for yo ass. 
Now I know I’ll probably catch hell from some friends for this, but there’s a serious “thing” at Macalester for knee-high black boots, worn September through June by some. What’s the appeal?
…In that case, I guess I can see it. But seeing as you’re probably not Goth or steampunk, it looks…
Oh dear.
I know what you’re thinking: this may look pretty innocent at first. But what you’re not seeing is the hiked-up, dingy tube socks he’s wearing with his Birkenstocks. Chalk it up to my discreet angle of approach.
Beyond the sartorial tragicomedy of socks and sandals, mistakes were made. Here are a few of them:
- Bermuda shorts have too great a legacy to be thrown on with a tank top (let’s not call it a wifebeater). A solid polo, maybe. Tank tops are for real beach shorts. Because they’re for the beach, asshole.
- His pockets are charging out, and vaguely, you can see pi in them.
- His tank top’s printed on only one side. That’s great if you really like sliding along walls, but otherwise, get one where they’re motivated enough to finish.
- This whole thing looks wrong. It’s only seventy out, dude. You have no tan, and your ‘burns are flaccid. Spindly, pale arms in a tank top make you look like you stepped out of Trainspotting.
Know, men, that you’ll be held to the same standards as Mac ladies. Because we gender-free here. - Dr. J.
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Short shorts and sweaters are as Minnesotan as lefse and sledding, and in most situations are comfy and practical. However, between the cowboy boots and the hunting cap, I really can’t figure out what’s going on here.
My best guesses are:
a) Hunting helps her relieve her tensions after finishing the Sunday brunch shift at Hooters.
b) She’s rehearsing her “Slutty Holden Caulfield” Halloween costume.
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Pretty much the most compelling reason to never consider existential breakdown and suicide is remembering that she exists.
The streets of every city in America are filled with men who would pay all the money they could lay their hands on to be transformed, even for a day, into hairy, hard-fisted brutes who walk all over cops, extort drinks from terrified bartenders and roar out of town on big motorcycles after raping the banker’s daughter.
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- Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels: The Strange and terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs (1966)
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A piece for the Pope Center for Higher Ed.
2 Hegemonocle articles.
My ultimate plan of revenge on those who have wronged me.
Presidential campaign so that I may wreck said people in the future.
Being an elitist edge kid.
I’ll chop your nipples off, and wear them like badges of war.
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