I almost forgot to give credit for the name. It first came from a fark.com post thread about creationism, which then devolved into hilariously pinning the "world's worst evil," popped collars, on the Jews (!). Jews get deserved credit for lots of great things, but fashion innovations / disasters like this isn't one of them.
This interest shifted to what should become your new hangout - urbandictionary.com. Blends both street lingo with total geek-speak, and gives much knowledge. Extremely funny and equally offensive to all parties involved, it is always a good cultural check. The 'random' feature is great too.
Anyway, i found these entries there, which I loved so much I immortalized on this here blog. Nuff said.
POPPED COLLARS (at least three definitions)
1. The act of lifting up a collar on a collared shirt in order to show off the fact that your either a douchebag or that you have an oversized mole the size of Nigeria on ur neck.
Fag: Look at my popped collar.
Random Person: Why do you want to hide your neck so bad? Don't want to show off that hickie you got last night from that dumb slut you slipped some rufies?
Fag: The fact that I have a popped collar doesn't necessarily mean I love to take it from behind.
Random Person: Faggot.
-by L$ K-Town Nov 20, 2005
2. Many Americans are confused concerning the real definition of a “popped collar”. In short, a collar has been popped when the wearer flips it up, so that it no longer rests on one's shoulders. It frames the face, and hides much of the neck. Many “poppers” nonchalantly flip their collars up, allowing the adjunct flap of fabric to slouch as it pleases, to create a vibe of effortless hipness. Some fastidiously iron said accessory, opting for a slick, polished look. Some favor the Twilight Zone style, fluffing their coat collars in a mysterious manner. The extremely confident poppers layer shirts, and simultaneously pop multiple collars. Polo or button-down shirts are the most popular media for poppage. (Typical of the coastal prep school dude and wannabe ganstas.)
Example: That silly frat boy had a popped collar, until I pummeled him AND his collar into the ground.
-by fuzzykiwi44 PA Aug 6, 2005
3. A thing people do to imitate Count Chocula and his infamous Choclatey Popped Collar, otherwise commonly referred to as ChocoPop. But they fail to realize that they aren't the Count, and so they just look like fags.
Example: I was eating cereal one day when I happened to notice the prevalent popped collar of Mr. Chocula.
-by I was eating cereal and I had a revelation Apr 5, 2005
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Stepping out
Stretch. Get glass of water. Visit lav. Begin typing.
I hate the word "blog," because it sounds like something you find behind the radiator, or a dead amphibian. But I like everything else.
Self-publishing used to be a sign of crap-o writing - writing without standards, basically. The standards here come from myself, I guess.
Thought about going out to work tonight but thought against it. Saturday nights in are OK if you're beat, or old. I'm the first, working on the second.
Relatively young, have more of my life ahead of me than behind me. Have a religious background and let religiousity come and go as it wills. It's a good one, though, although most are in danger of being watered down from lack of use / education. All good things survive, however (except animal species, though. Their departures seem unusually final and irreversible).
College degree, OK job, good health, decent haircut. 2 pairs of jeans in relatively good shape.
I don't anticipate there being any sort of social security when I retire, so saving now whatever I can. It's weird to think of being out there without an emergency net. First, people never had a say what type of job they did - they did what they could find and that they could reasonably keep up with. Then prosperity hit and people in this country could be choosey. Now, things seem to be sliding away from us - India, China have their act together and we seem like yesterday's news. We'll have entertainment, technology and technology for some time, but who knows - maybe we're jsut biding our time unless we all change our names to Sung. Musical, though.
It seems that slacker publishing is also very popular, which stinks because that used to be my stuff. Bob the Angry Flower (angryflower.com), Milk + Cheese - well, that's just cartoonists, but still they have the "minimal effort which is cool because it's real" sort of thing. Daniel Clowes parodied this stuff years ago, with a comic about a guy smelling socks, and then talking to the audience about how stupid it was. It was sort of a precursor to reality TV, and he was right.
I hate the word "blog," because it sounds like something you find behind the radiator, or a dead amphibian. But I like everything else.
Self-publishing used to be a sign of crap-o writing - writing without standards, basically. The standards here come from myself, I guess.
Thought about going out to work tonight but thought against it. Saturday nights in are OK if you're beat, or old. I'm the first, working on the second.
Relatively young, have more of my life ahead of me than behind me. Have a religious background and let religiousity come and go as it wills. It's a good one, though, although most are in danger of being watered down from lack of use / education. All good things survive, however (except animal species, though. Their departures seem unusually final and irreversible).
College degree, OK job, good health, decent haircut. 2 pairs of jeans in relatively good shape.
I don't anticipate there being any sort of social security when I retire, so saving now whatever I can. It's weird to think of being out there without an emergency net. First, people never had a say what type of job they did - they did what they could find and that they could reasonably keep up with. Then prosperity hit and people in this country could be choosey. Now, things seem to be sliding away from us - India, China have their act together and we seem like yesterday's news. We'll have entertainment, technology and technology for some time, but who knows - maybe we're jsut biding our time unless we all change our names to Sung. Musical, though.
It seems that slacker publishing is also very popular, which stinks because that used to be my stuff. Bob the Angry Flower (angryflower.com), Milk + Cheese - well, that's just cartoonists, but still they have the "minimal effort which is cool because it's real" sort of thing. Daniel Clowes parodied this stuff years ago, with a comic about a guy smelling socks, and then talking to the audience about how stupid it was. It was sort of a precursor to reality TV, and he was right.
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