Something is definitely happening. You can see it in the wide eyed terrified faces of the hipsters as they ride by fingering their mullets. We are on the cusp of a new age. There is a global financial crisis, a new President, war is raging in the holy land and Bernie Mack is dead. A new day is dawning. I want to be front row center, waving my little flag when the post-ironic age rolls into town. Thank God! It' about go damned time. Irony is on its last stupid little legs and when it finally shoves off we can toss it into the hole next to its buddy post-modernism and get on with something... else. This has been a long time coming. Too long. Its time to take the wax out of your mustaches and trim up that faux hawk. It will, no doubt, take some time to get used to. Imagine a day when someone who acts like a douchebag and looks like a douchebag will be a douchebag . Imagine bad music being bad. Not "so bad its good" or "hilariously bad" but bad. Now, we are all going to have to make some sacrifices. I'm going to have to get rid of my "swallow bitch swallow"trucker hat and stop drinking mad dog (thank god) but any amount of sacrifice is worth living in a world where the guy who says faggot is not some sort of super liberal but is a dick. Just like the old days. Don't even get me started on the wonders this is going to do for the art world. Now some groups are unfortunately going to flourish in this age of earnestness (hippies, missionaries etc.) but this is just a swing back. A period of correction against the excesses of the past. Don't worry we'll see some irony again just this time not everywhere we look.
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