Discussion for article #233093
Anything for a buckâŠ
Third time, itâs not an accident. I have no doubt that profound historical illiteracy is the norm at Urban Outfitters, but thatâs consistent with crass, callow exploitation as much as accidentally blundering into fraught topics.
Horrible, awful, terrible company trolling for our attention, and (sadly) getting it.
Took the words right out of my fingers.
Whatâs wrong with the marketing team at this company? After the bloody Kent state shirts not even 4 months ago, youâd think theyâd learned their lesson. Unless against all decency, they still see sales go up after the fact, I donât understand how anyone is keeping their job over there.
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The company is getting a lot of attention for actions that irritate adults. Thatâs catnip for teens, no?
Those who have not experienced the horrors of Those Days have a much easier time trivializing them.
Lack of general interest in anything further in the past than last month doesnât hurt either.
But there is something else.
Ignorance and torpor of the general population IS great for this type of thing. But callow and feckless sensationalism (for a buck, of course) seals the deal. Thatâs part of the formula that works in the U.S.A.
âIf it sells, itâs good.â
âPublicity is greatâ
After all, hordes of people just may stop by Urban Outfitters to see WHAT ELSE theyâre hawking.
Gosh thatâs depressing. I canât imagine making light of something like this because it wouldâve pissed off my parents as a teen.
That distressed blue and yellowish/ivory striping with the pink triangle cannot, by any stretch of the imagination, be an accident.
If Mr. Foxman thinks he is offended - and well he should be - as an openly secular gay man, I am ready to kick the living shit out of anyone associated with Urban Outfitters.
This is the work of the 30-something crowd.
To be fair I doubt if this is intentional. Theyâre just a bunch of dumb bastards.
Good phrase. I see it again and again. My wife and I try to find âteachable momentsâ with the grand kids with regard to history. Seems to work, but who knows?
That is so true - sad but very very true.
If I had to guess, Iâd say it was a deep-seated desire to be < sneering tone >âedgy.â< /unsneer >
Gotta wonder whatâs going on here. Has the quest for âedgyâ style really led us to âHolocaust Chicâ? Fucking hipstersâŠ
The knowing smirk that dismisses knowledge as propaganda and thus unworthy of oneâs time and the kind of pretension to worldly-wise cynicism that circles all the way back around to naivetĂ© because it is utterly uninformed. Far more than clothing, body art, facial hair, glasses, or beer choices, it defines the term âhipster,â to my mind.
HahaâŠso trueâŠconformity to nonconformity for noncomformityâs sake, much like the whole grunge scene devolved into in the early to mid-90âs. A counterculture that has become itâs own culture with its own rules and demands for obeisanceâŠa study in the doublethink pervading the kind of teenage-level anti-authoritarian libertarianism brought on by reading Atlas Shrugged while mad at all the people who think they can âtell me what to doâ or âknow whatâs best for meâ. âWell, Iâll show themâŠIâll listen to shitty quasi-music by bands with angsty pretentious names like Dannyâs Favorite Dirge, The Sad Salad and Kindergarten TumorâŠall while growing a neckbeard and/or waxing my moustache and shaving my head because itâs âbackwardsâ and represents how Iâm turning everything upside down with my creative and innovative thoughts that every teenager in history has harbored.â They just failed to grow past that stage. Just the sheer numbers of people I see on the train on a daily basis during the commute who have the neckbeard and shaved the sides of their heads, but slick back whatâs left in the middle, makes me wonder if theyâre actually automatons being manufactured in Seattle and shipped to the east coast for deployment. And yes, never before have fedoras represented so much pretension.
Theyâre such an easy target, that sometimes you could almost swear that we made up a non-existent movement so weâd have something to make fun of. And then you turn a corner or go into Whole Foods for one of those two or three things you can only get there, and there they are, in the flesh, smirking at the banal by living inside a banal stereotype and you realize there is no amount of mockery that is sufficient.
Quinoa. THEYâRE ALWAYS BUYING QUINOA.