Feeling kind of conflicted about my opinions on other cultures lately. Can you help? Group discussion questions are highlighted in bold.

This is a short documentary about Juggalos. It’s pretty fascinating.

This is like Woodstock for dudes who just want to get “really fucked up” and spit really trite rhymes about violence and wear tank tops in public. I can’t help but feel kind of jealous that I don’t belong to a real “community.” I’m a member of a scene. I think. Am I? I should have received my card by now.

Do you think Juggalos should be immune from prosecution for “honor killings?” Liking a Daft Punk song is an offense punishable by death in some conservative Juggalo households. Should cultures be able to police themselves?

More subcultures after the jump.

There is no reason to watch this entire video or really any video on the internet when you think about it but this one is especially pointless.

Except we are attempting to create a reason and meaning now by using it as context for the rest of the post. We all try to create meaning for things that sometimes mean nothing. I am digressing now.

observe:

I never really “got” hardcore music (is this hardcore or is this metal or is this softcore or is this bad jazz?) before, it always seemed to me like a boring, pedestrian way to express the angry caveman id of midwestern males. I especially never ever “got” moshing. I knew someone in high school once who said he did it at shows in order to “accidentally” “grab” a bystander’s “tits.”

Then I saw that aimless, wandering video. Is moshing just tai-chi for aggro midwestern males?

Have you ever “moshed?” Is it a spiritual experience or a softer form of rape?

This is daggering:

This is very hard to watch for someone who was raised in a sexually repressed catholic household. Also sort of arousing, although I would never admit that to anyone besides strangers and friends who read our blog.

It seems to me like daggering just takes all of the subtlety out of dancing. Instead of hinting about the idea of dance as physical metaphor for sexual acts, participants just straight-up dry hump on the floor (pon de floor?). Part of me really respects the idea of just getting to the point of things. Flowery prose and slow dancing are for awkward prom dates.

In the future all dancing will either be daggering or something like this:

just kind of standing, you know? but with rhythm.

Maybe I should take a social studies class about this.

What do you think?