Fakeness
In high school my three best friends and I formed a conglomerate called “The Bench,” so named after our morning meet-up location. Our specialties were absurdist humor and social commentary, and our enemy was “fakeness.” I have had a longstanding hatred of many cultural norms that are steeped in fakeness, particularly one that I designated “the party scene.” Among the hallmarks of this way of life are those strange institutions we know as nightclubs. Now, years after my seething disdain for them had become dormant, one man has absolutely flayed the entire lifestyle better than I ever could. Read, learn, and strive to better yourselves.
If anyone ever deserved a high five, this guy does.