Rage Against the Norm

Disclaimer: If you wish to protect your innocence and not expose yourself to extreme vulgarity, please, please, skip the first three paragraphs of this essay. I don’t need any lawsuits right now, so I’m just warning you, the review board gave it an R rating, although I’m sure it can’t be any worse than your average rap song.

            Pop culture can kiss my ass. Those people with all their “cool” clothes, and their “stylin’” hair, and their fucking “in” crowds. They can suck it. Bitches. Oh, let’s see how many people we can alienate by saying they’re not cool. Let’s see how many of our future employers can we piss the fuck off. We won’t forget, you can bet your fucking life on that one. You can take your cliques and shove it up your ass. Don’t tell people not to hang with me, not to roll wit me, don’t tell people not to talk to me, don’t be embarrassed by being within 5 feet of me, you stuck up, mother fucking ho. We’ll see where all your “popularity” gets you in life you fucking bitch. Prom Queen will not help you out on a résumé you ignorant skank. Maybe “sucks and fucks” will get you a job in some places, but they won’t be high paying. At least I have grades, bitch, at least I got a scholarship, ho, at least I can think for myself, slut. I don’t have to have daddy pay my way into everything because I gots the skills.

            Don’t turn your nose up at me, don’t laugh in my face. What the fuck was I thinking when I thought about asking you out? No, bitch, it wasn’t cuz you’re out of my reach, cuz you are below me bitch. You ain’t got nothin’ on me, you skanky ho. You may be better looking, but at least I’m destined to a profession where the risks of contracting an STD are not astronomical. Go stand on your street corner you ho. Who the fuck would want to touch that. You’ve slept with how many guys? The entire football team, and then the soccer team, and THEN the basketball team? I mean damn, if the CDC wanted to collect information on every STD known to man all they’d have to do is go to you. Uh, sir, you have contracted gonorrhea, syphilis, herpes, AIDS, and crabs. Damn, and I only slept with one hooker. Hell naw, I ain’t going anywhere near that. You don’t want to be near me? I know I don’t want to be anywhere close to you. The diseases are so strong I might catch them by standing within 5 feet of you.

            You right, though, you are better than me. You’ll prolly marry into money and be set for life. Well, fuck you, you shallow ho, at least I’ll earn my money

            Well, enough of the yelling, screaming, and reckless profanity and onto the philosophical side of things. High school sucks, at least in a social aspect. The whole social structure prides exclusion. Everyone sticks with their group and hates anyone that is different. This is less true than I make it out to be, but those that think they are high and mighty and popular will definitely ignore those of the “lower” social groups. And what exactly is that popularity all about? What makes them so popular, so dreamy, so desirable? Let’s see, promiscuity, disruptiveness, promiscuity, drug use, promiscuity, delinquency, and promiscuity. Did I leave anything out? Are these things to be truly valued? Do any of these things mean anything outside of that little serfdom known as the high school campus? I do not believe so. The people who have the things that society wants, things like true intellect, tech savvy, and creative wit, they are the ones that are ignored.

            But it’s all good. When high school ends, and real life begins, we’ll see where the chips fall. We’ll see who gets anywhere in life. We’ll see who will be the CEOs of software companies and who will be the drug addicts in and out of jail and rehab. We’ll see how it ends up. You just wait, you’ll get yours.