I'm going for peak drip by ironically selling my tramp stamp zone to sponsors. So far I have Monsanto, Exxon Mobile, BP, Goldman Sachs, The Trump Organization and Phillip Morris. I'm working on...
I'm going for peak drip by ironically selling my tramp stamp zone to sponsors. So far I have Monsanto, Exxon Mobile, BP, Goldman Sachs, The Trump Organization and Phillip Morris. I'm working on getting sponsorships for the FAANG ink on my face and Tesla on my taint.
Joking aside so much effort went into this that it's impressive. I had a Creation Museum mug for a few years I just threw out because its cursedness caught up with me, so I know the blackpilled life didn't choose me. I do think it's a fun idea to rock clothes from dead/evil organizations in a cheeky way, so long as you aren't promoting something fringe and dangerous or giving them money to do so. With these companies they're already essentially at peak awareness so you aren't even promoting them.
The writing here is... well, it makes me feel quite old. It's worth sticking with it though, and visiting UrbanDictionary as required, because I think they make some interesting observations about...
The writing here is... well, it makes me feel quite old. It's worth sticking with it though, and visiting UrbanDictionary as required, because I think they make some interesting observations about the semiotics of clothing, and potential routes to subvert and transgress established meanings and values, for the power of good (or as they delightfully put it, kindvibes).
Blackpilled Swag is, on its most fundamental level, about attempts to rock & otherwise engage with — rather than simply recoil from — Harshed-Out, F**ked-Up and generally Cursed Jawns.
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Underlying the entire topic of Blackpilled Swag is the impulse to transgress for transgression’s sake. A textbook example is proto-blackpilled punks in the ‘70s, whose only real ideology was “fk everything,” wearing swastikas onstage. Again, all signs and symbols are negotiable to a degree, but some feel more steadfastly fked than others
I'm going for peak drip by ironically selling my tramp stamp zone to sponsors. So far I have Monsanto, Exxon Mobile, BP, Goldman Sachs, The Trump Organization and Phillip Morris. I'm working on getting sponsorships for the FAANG ink on my face and Tesla on my taint.
Joking aside so much effort went into this that it's impressive. I had a Creation Museum mug for a few years I just threw out because its cursedness caught up with me, so I know the blackpilled life didn't choose me. I do think it's a fun idea to rock clothes from dead/evil organizations in a cheeky way, so long as you aren't promoting something fringe and dangerous or giving them money to do so. With these companies they're already essentially at peak awareness so you aren't even promoting them.
The writing here is... well, it makes me feel quite old. It's worth sticking with it though, and visiting UrbanDictionary as required, because I think they make some interesting observations about the semiotics of clothing, and potential routes to subvert and transgress established meanings and values, for the power of good (or as they delightfully put it, kindvibes).
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