{"id":79040,"date":"2023-04-22T01:00:17","date_gmt":"2023-04-22T05:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=79040"},"modified":"2023-04-21T09:22:02","modified_gmt":"2023-04-21T13:22:02","slug":"qotd-the-yawning-vaccuum-that-used-to-be-white-culture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2023\/04\/22\/qotd-the-yawning-vaccuum-that-used-to-be-white-culture\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: The yawning vaccuum that used to be “white culture”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Current Year White people are not allowed to have a culture. Any<\/em> culture. Hence, in a perverse way, hipsterism.<\/p>\n

First: I think we can agree that there’s no such thing as a black hipster, or a Latino hipster, or an Asian hipster. What would be the point? Those groups already have<\/em> a culture, in both the “personal identity” and “grievance group” sense. […]<\/p>\n

The 1990s were the last time there was some common ground. Growing up as I did in the Tech Boom South, I saw it firsthand. It was just accepted that your Hispanic (not “Latino”, and certainly not “LatinX”) friends would have certain cultural specific things they’d have to do from time to time. If you were friends, they might invite you. If they were good<\/em> friends, they wouldn’t<\/em> invite you (do not, under any circumstances, go to your buddy’s sister’s quincea\u00f1era<\/em><\/a>. You will meet a whole bunch of hot, horny young Mexican nubiles. You will also meet their brothers and fathers and cousins and uncles and etc., so you will spend the whole evening running around like a homo, doing everything in your power not<\/em> to talk to girls. It’s torture*).<\/p>\n

Same thing with the Chinese kids, and the Indian kids, and all the rest. You’d never see your Asian buddies on Friday nights, because that’s when they had Chinese school (yes, of course<\/em> their parents would schedule something academic on a Friday night). Diwali<\/em><\/a> was cool, because your friends’ moms would make those crazy-sweet Indian desserts and send you a care package (also known as “diabetes in a box”). That was just an accepted part of life, the same way those guys wouldn’t start a pickup basketball game until after 10 on a Sunday morning, because they knew we’d be in church. Nobody thought much of it, in the same way all our moms just kinda learned by osmosis to keep tortilla chips and salsa in the cupboard as an all-purpose snack (no worries about anyone’s religious food prohibitions).<\/p>\n

This worked, because there was still enough of a monoculture back then \u2014 this is the late 1980s \/ early 1990s \u2014 to provide common ground. Alas, as White culture disintegrated, the other guys started subsuming their cultural identities into their grievance group identities: The Chinese kids were worried about being called “bananas” (yellow on the outside, White on the inside); the Indian kids were ABCDs (American-Born Confused Desis<\/em>); and so on. And the White kids were the most anti-White of all, since they’d gone to college for a semester or two and had learned how to parrot pop-Marxism (technically, pop-Gramscianism and pop-Frankfurt School-ism and pop-Marcuse, but who’s counting?).<\/p>\n

Thinking back on it, those<\/em> were the ostentatious “slackers”; the real “Grunge” kids \u2014 White kids who found their own Whiteness “problematic” (a phrase debuting in egghead circles around that time). I always assumed it was a problem with traditional, cock-rocking masculinity<\/em> \u2014 not least because that’s what all the male “Grunge” rock stars said it was \u2014 but in retrospect I think it was a rising problem with Whiteness itself. Maybe all the grievance groups had a point, and maybe they didn’t, but either way the dominant Boomer culture sucks, so what else can you do?<\/p>\n

I know how naive that must sound now, but 30 years ago …<\/p>\n