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arrogant people are the most ironic?

Maybe.

All the arrogant people I met were very (self-) ironic.

The irony is a good way to hide the arrogance and, also, to take it a bit 'around.

I do not understand though.

If there are individuals of the opposite sex to be arrogant, then I like them (unless you guys "of the opposite sex" do not call it Pancras). If females are arrogant ... oh God, how much are the shit.

Now that's sexism, gentlemen.

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A Roman in Milan ... gulp!

seems that I Milano is going to see it running, even if the evil could not really say that it takes much more than an hour to turn it :-)

In fact, given the Piazza della Scala, Piazza Duomo , and the shops (!) around there, there's not much else. There was
a beautiful exhibition at the royal palace, but I have not had the time.

But I must say that although I was biased and inherently aware of the undeniable superiority of Roma Capitale on any city in the world :-), Milan seemed to me not so very terrible. Indeed, probably due to the sun and temperatures 'myths', it seemed like a civilized place.

Certainly for a metropolitan animal like me, found among millions of people is always a breath of fresh air! Therefore already part of Milan in big advantage compared to any city of the province, which always gives me the hint of country ... Totò to put it, just stay in place and sooner or later they all meet.

Then, I finally started to understand a bit 'of the geography of the city and its subways. And I almost (almost) taken the plunge: I had to go ask the officer where to go where I go ... but I came too funny! Next time I will, however, force, I can not give it up!

scattered observations: the Milanese Milan really speak! What a ridiculous accent!
But I'm so quiet, so shy (or afraid? Or indifference?) To get his attention to ask for information, you have to do a Hawaiian dance, and run screaming from Cheyenne warrior, or even look at you!

Then I understood what the real difference between north and south, which explains EVERYTHING.

is not true that nothing works in the south and the north it all works. Just to the south are crap and do nothing to hide, to the north, do the same crap, and say nothing and no one notices anything. How do I know?
Simple.
megatrafficato Crossing. The machines undertake the crossing with the green, although the road is blocked, and then when the light turns red are to completely block (I mean completely) the intersection. The other direction, now with the green, can not move anything, does not advance an inch. Redeem green, and finally crossing it releases a bit '. Now, this event is more than often, the center-south unleashed a frenzy of honking and swearing oaths, people who kicks out the windows and slalom to block further crossing. There .... nothing. All quiet still silent. As if nothing was happening.
I looked around, thinking about being on a planet of zombies.
the trick is revealed. And here also redeem the south by the tremendous reputation that afflicts him. Do not mess, dear southerners, and no one will notice the filth that combined, just as the north.

last semi-serious reflection: in Milan there's nothing to eat. At least, nothing appetizing. The proof is that I had to come to a solemn promise not motivated by ideological reasons is strictly food, and eating (Sigh) in the fast food with the big M. And this explains why the international fashion based in Milan and elsewhere in Italy. In any other place, the models that would remain with cabbage size 34! In Milan, poor women have no choice :-)

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Why blog?

For what?

If you'd like to just write something, buy a fucking diary with the lock, but do not break your balls here whatsoever.

I feel stupid, you know? And arrogant. At times I wonder who the hell you think you are to feel free to actually write something that everyone can read? Do you really have something to say?

And they are not ironic, it is so. But then I think there are people who post the songs of avril lavigne on youtube while I'm at home with piles of pajamas. And so I feel less stupid. Then I realize, Jesus, I'm opinionated. Why me those are critical. Fuck that put their stupid songs imitated on youtube? They came to work, these self-centered dick.

So here's my tangle of thoughts.

I could use my time much better.

I could put myself in search of intelligence, which never go bad, instead of always concentrating on the usual things without ever having the courage to do different thoughts.

So we move on to my relationship with (roll tamure) the radical chic.

I came into contact with this class very late.

Exactly my sophomore year.

Before I came in contact only with the quail and stuff (if it is always a worthy representative myself, I just hid behind the mask alternative to like you no one ever ). You know, the radical chic in Sicily are not very popular (oggesù, another stereotype! He must have recognized? It will be ironic? Not funny. It 'just stupid. How ironic stale).

E 'was an entirely new category.

I knew I had one in the middle of a weirdo group of anthropologists who showed off hippies to do with charming quirks and it seemed that they did the university in Bologna for a lifetime, and I was just out of a sfigatata (I is not an error) in the college experience.

How could I recognize him?

Who the hell would I miss the radical chic know. So no

pregiudizio.Semplicemente, as time went on, I put the pieces together and I understood.

The radical chic are the children of parents who were the first hippies, young people, some real settantottini Italian, who rode the wave of leftist watching the night in the darkness of their bedrooms while humming songs to himself Led Zeppelin, the same moon that looked Berlinguer.

The radical chic are the children of people who had learned the lesson of the previous generation, born from the economic boom, disrupted by the years of lead, which, together, would meet to discuss the Band of the Magliana exchanging Prison Notebooks of Gramsci.

radical chic are the children of people that were left and then, following the evolution of their age and historical and political implications, are simply turned into something close to moderate and now potentially vote PD.

The parental history of our young friends is important to frame them, mind you. The radical chic

are conceited and arrogant people who believe themselves above all.

are people who have refused to join the vulgarity of the other social categories that make the culture (and pompous ostentanta) their sign of approval. Clarks Clarks or not, are people who are convinced to be equipped with critical thinking skills, they have actually eaten (just like the quails with pop music) the lessons of their philosophy professor of the university.

usually are sexually frustrated. Can never go to explicit sexual comments and all their instincts are repressed. The sexual drives and vulgarity are two absolutely taboo. No time, Friends of radical chic, to comment on the ass of the young ladies, because reconstructing the biography of Gorbachev in front of a glass of wine is definitely more important.

Their political ideal is not democratic.

I'm basically in favor of an oligarchy. The proletariat must remain so. And I know that the world is unfair and that capitalism has created disuguglianza, but it's not their fault. They do not want to change the system and mica, even if they look good from doing so, as their enemies hippies (although the word enemies is not apt, since they are considered so above all by watching the other dog with compassion ).

are moderate.

were left, but when they realized that their circle was expanding and that they were inevitably falling into a cliché, they decided that the best way between laissez faire and communism should not be so bad then.

have a few main points.

Obviously looking Woody Allen.

Art? The art was one of these cornerstones.

Perhaps it would be better to divide generations, or subgroups, but I'm just making me drag from my stream of consciousness (sic).

are aware of their stereotypes, and when they realize you are too intellectual to be taken by a kind of bulimia film from which it escapes college Van Wilder. Or read Linus surely listen or go crazy for a songwriter.

're one foot out and one foot in, constantly torn by the idea of \u200b\u200bmirroring, the stereotype (as though, given their detailed social analysis, they know they can not escape it), but make something original that makes people confused .

Type Caparezza listening to.

They use tons of irony to prove to themselves that by, I'm not so arrogant and opinionated and tend to never take it seriously.

At least that's what they say.

This is my idea, of course, crossed from my experiences, what are the radical chic.

Now, that third world children die of hunger and that no longer exist between seasons (= your analysis of reality is oversimplified) everybody knows (here: another thing that repudiate the radical chic is doing good. I cynical atheists and absolutely happy and proud to be).

I wish we were able to put together all our ideas about social categories to see what might come out.

would be a great way to make me change my own, tired and collapsed, perspective.

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Clichés, Clichés

QUAIL

OF COUNTRY

This category is more or less spread around the globe (except maybe in those communities in which they show their feelings and emotions is considered improper).

are characterized by a marked absence of good taste (even if they are certain to be fashionable).

usually dress with sub-brands of sub-brands. They use a disproportionate amount of glitter, diamonds (strictly costume) and also a disproportionate amount of makeup that flaunt with pride.

reject the culture. The only newspaper that happens in their hands and Cosmopolitan. Only happens sometimes, more for family inheritance that interest, and focus in their hands, whose articles are however, taken at face value.

totally unrelated to any political consciousness, usually if you put them in front of Saving Private Ryan will not recognize the famous Normandy landings, but they will see in this scene a sexy group of friends who decided to dress up for ridicule by soldiers and then undress once they reach the beach (I got to experience it directly)

often quail country come together with so-called tamarri, and their similarity is so overwhelming that it is often difficult to notice the differences (usually, however, quail tend to be, often without good results, less foul-mouthed of tamarri which, in turn, the vulgarities are pushing their horse battlefield).

Their laugh is unmistakable and their ineptitude is famous.

are famous for the simplicity of their feelings and their willingness to reflect stereotypical and childish emotions. They also use phrases to quote Martin Luther King without even having the slightest idea who he was (it may happen that often confuse him with Martin Luther).

listening to music that defined the alternative, to do with contempt, commercial, hungry to swallow and regurgitate without any review staff (often inspired by music to build MISUSE bland genealogy of their feelings).

without any nuance, trying to cover their total lack of originality liters of perfume in that period is more than fashion, which often buy at the market of the country, with which, moreover, it can recognize, with regret of our olfactory pathways, the herd.

usually move in groups of four, sometimes two. Rarely are odd.

are inclined to repudiate their decades of friendship with any country Scamarcio understood their hand.

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quail are examples of cities similar to the quails of the country, except in the highest income which often allows them to buy designer clothes, without necessarily resort to sub-brands.

bring bags by way of severed arm and are skilled in the art to find any aesthetic device that makes their social life uncomfortable (heels disproportionate, even if sober, and earrings that weigh 10 pounds and so on).

quail of the city are slightly more cultured quail country because of their high school education (usually attend classical) but, nevertheless, remain free of any critical consciousness as their sisters.

'm right because my father is right and because Berlusconi is a good man.

reason, as Levi-Strauss would say, for binary oppositions (good / bad - left / right - Pleasant / unpleasant) and are totally unable to grasp the nuances of whatever happens to them in hand (they are usually so focused on themselves that they do not realize even the rest of the world). We believe the

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reflect well aware of a stereotype, I am proud to become part of what the people of the slums as a label "snob."

intolerance is their way of life and usually unknown words and the meaning of irony.