A Call for the End of Irony
Today's L.A. Times has an article about a new bar in Silver Lake that's - guess what? No, go ahead and guess, you're going to be so surprised - ironic!! Isn't that awesome?? I love it!
The bar is called Stinkers, and according to the Times it's got a picture of Burt Reynolds in the ladies room, a "cornucopia of vintage bumper stickers," and "brazenly kitschy delights" like fake stuffed skunks and - wait for it - pull-tab beer cans. Oh, what a throwback!
OK, but seriously - am I the only one who is completely, 110% over this? The Times describes the bar as "post-post-irony," which, if you do the math, means that irony went away and came back. Did I miss some blissful period of time in which irony took a much-needed vacation? WTF? Why didn't anyone tell me? Well, I suspect that it's actually because that never happened. Rather, this bar is yet another commodity in a very, very long line of ironic commercialization that began with $70 t-shirts and that now bleeds unsuspecting hipsters dry of their hard-earned paychecks.