The Godfather of Hipster Douchitude is Laughing at Pajama Boy, But On a More Nuanced and Correct Level
Posturing is the best word I can conjure up to describe Nick Gillespie.
Here’s his latest take on Pajama Boy.
For many – arguably most – Americans, this guy is hipster douchitude on a cracker. Jeebus H. Christ, at least be swilling brandy. The whole packaging, including the Christmas postcard styling of the image, the infantilized image of man-child, the vaguely imperial “GetTalking” hashtag, etc., runs through me like months-old egg salad.
Some of the parodies and rewrites are genuinely funny and some are not ( the ones that reek of conservative insecurity about sexual identity strike me as their own form of unfortunate expression).
Pajama Boy is a hipster douche, so, by all means, go after the guy on that level.
But it’s a very nuanced level. It’s a thin beam you have to walk.
You can mock his onesie. That’s funny. Destroy the guy.
You can mock the hipster doofus glasses. Sides aching! Verbally punch the douche.
You can talk about the whole thing being packaged in a Christmas postcard. (??? Not following. Don’t understand the funny. But let’s pounce the guy with that anyway.)
You can talk about him embracing his cocoa in an effete way. Hilarious!! Mock him until he contemplates suicide!
You can talk about him probably having a velcro butt flap on his jammies so he can quickly accommodate casual anonymous bus station sexual encoun… what’s that? I can’t? Now I’m reeking of my conservative insecurity about sexual identity?
Fuck you, Gillespie. You reek of libertarian insecurity about the infantilization of man-children.
You can mock Niles Crane for being a fop, effete, persnickety, uncoordinated, emasculated, feminine; but don’t dare imply he might do the ultimate feminine thing.
That’s not funny. Stick to how he holds a cocoa mug.