The San Francisco ArtBag
San Francisco opens up an interesting subsection of HCwD discourse. As I’ve mentioned, the DB1 (that’s me), is having an alcoholic New Years celebration in this city of the beats, hippies and designer clothing boutiques. As I’ve stumbled drunkenly from North Beach to Noe Valley, I’ve observed an interesting subgroup of douchebaggery we haven’t discussed much on the site: The “art’bag.” Artbags are an urban hipster variant of the douche genetically redesigned for city scrotitude. Signs of ‘baggery are not as overt as White Chocolate level regurgitation, the Jesus Bling and popped Izods. Instead, art’bags are subtler. More “sensitive.”
Of course, being the drunk douchebag that I am, I haven’t actually snapped any pics of these art-school scrotents in action, but I am going to make a concerted effort in the next few weeks to find and isolate this mutant strain of the ‘bag virus in hottie corralling action. Like Curie or Pasteur, I must first isolate the contagion, exposing it to the purifying light of the collective mock (that’s where you guys come in), and as such, seek to cure it through the reframing of the cultural capital as understood in Bourdieu’s theory of “habitus.”
Man. Too many shots last night. It’s the new year and I’m making even less sense then before.
Better you ignore my ramblings and simply glare at this arty demon seed and the two cuties he’s polluting. This isn’t an exact demonstration of the San Francisco art’bag in action, but it’s the best I could find given I’m still recovering from doing schlager with some sexy Norwegian “On Golden Blonde” at 2am.
