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Anatomy of a Bro

Man, freaking bros. You know, sometimes you have to appreciate their enthusiasm. But usually you just want to punch them in the face. For instance, I was recently at a very special concert. It was very hard to get tickets. They cost a lot. The band rarely ever plays venues of this tiny size. And yet somehow the place was full of bros…. talking (or shouting) over every song that wasn’t one of the band’s bigger hits, especially the quieter songs. It was so bad, the crowd was consistently having to SHHH them down, to no effect, and the massive bro-itude was even mentioned by multiple media sources in their reviews of the show.

I think my main problem with bros is their obliviousness to others. Or perhaps they aren’t oblivious, and even worse, are just plain rude. Hey, you want to go out, have a good time? That’s awesome. Hell, sometimes it’s better to be around a bunch of hard-partying happy bros than a crowd of grumpy, snarky, emotionless hipsters. But at least the hipsters tend to have decent taste and some respect for art. Of course I’m generalizing here but yeah, bros, just give it a rest once in a while. We can all hear what you’re saying, and we don’t care.

Talkin Bout Love

I used to hang out with this dude, and we’d drive around, and when he would see hot chicks walking around outside, he’d roll down the window and just yell some shit at them. I don’t mean he’d try to pick them up – at least that would deserve some sort of respect. He’d just yell shit at them and keep driving. And I’d be like, dude, don’t do that, man. It’s not cool. What if someone did that to your girl? Hell, what if someone did that to you? Well, anyway, that’s the subject of this week’s Dustinland, in a sense. No cars, but same idea.