Racoon II: Douche and Gabana
The Racoon really is a woodland creature of confounding esssence. Is he real? Or doucherex? In analyzing the steaming scroaditude wafting from your computer screen, some interesting facets of the discussion emerge.
Is he ‘bag? Or is he simply performing the part of DJ Douche for his adoring fans? If we allow him entrance into our understanding of ‘bag, does this expand the definition into too many performance based areas?
At its heart, douchebaggery centers around the feminized affectations of your average douche doing his best to get some hottie attention. Some of us are born ‘bag. Others of us work to acquire ‘bag. But all of us have the ‘bag within. For women, it is a stage-4 Bleeth state, otherwise known as douchebaguettery.
So how to process The Racoon within this rubric? I would argue that when in doubt, go to the rage factor. Does Rac’ here make your leg involuntarily kick at the general level of a man’s scrotae? Does his cutie’s exotic charms make you want to slam your head in a car door Pesci style? On these levels, the Rac’ definitely makes the grade. And for that reason alone, I say he merits ‘bag, if not uberbag status. The Grieco Virus is strong. Respek.
