The pre-apocalyptic years of 2000- 2006 were noted for a derivative disaster that encompassed not only Wall Street but also Grand Street and its cannibalization of American pop culture into a disgusting melange of meaningless fetishism. Effete post college hedonists ruled the streets of large old American cities. They skipped and bicycled drunk through urban centers like LA, Brooklyn and San Francisco dressed as cowgirls, sailors and dainty disheveled savants. The last wave of clueless white kids can be found even today as the economy crumbles, mincing about in skin tight blue jeans on subways and weaving in traffic on vintage French road bikes. Most red blooded Americans hate them. When I'm in traffic trying to get to a job I loath the last thing I want to is see is some dick on a 1956 Schwinn Stingray, weaving about merrily because he is having ten times more sex than me for a fraction of the price. Get a job fag. The target market for these bastards is Urban Outfitters, a holder of specialty fashion stores that caters to young liberal art majors, homosexuals and NYC waitresses. Basically Yuppies without the chutzpuh.
While I must admit URBN runs a great business by sucking the wages of impoverished Baristas everywere, one day URBN will no longer be cool to these guys and then, shit, there goes your Corvette money. Even I know new fashion comes from the streets not Wall Street, and I still wear cargo pants and listen to 311. Thats why I'm shorting long dated treasuries and buying gold so I can pay a hipster to kill himself.
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