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With the passing of Labor Day, hundreds of thousands of children find themselves corralled back in school for another season of doodling, social awkwardness, and reading books where innocent animals die at the end. Many claim today’s schools are nothing more than the worst combination of babysitter and jail, a holding pen for sexed-up no-goodniks hell-bent on destroying everything good and decent their parents worked for.

Apparently this opinion’s been in vogue since the 1950s, as a teensploitation film catering to and shaking a finger at the target market comes out pretty much every 5 years. Most feature a well-meaning teacher entering a vortex of chaos. Some, like ‘Lean On Me’, ‘To Sir, With Love’, and that Coolio video for ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’ show how with empathy and trust, even the violentest student can be won over. Others, such as this week’s Blackboard Jungle, focus more on beating the ever-living daylights out of the little punks:


(Still better than ‘Class of 1999′.)

But you needn’t spend 8 hours crammed in a desk next to gum snappers and kids who smell of sour milk to enjoy the benefits education confers! Why, in today’s modern, internet-based society, you can attend Youtubeniversity! Yes, that is a terrible word and I’m sorry. All the classes are covered! There’s Government:

“We needed weenies. Mr. Brown had weenies. It’s as simple as that!”

Math:

Science: “Would it work with real money?” Burning money?! SHE’S A COMMIE! Strap her down and make her watch the capitalism movie!

Art and Music:

English: “How many Eagles? Count them!” More people would pay attention to poetry if it was read by T.S. Eliot. I mean, Monty Python makes this seem like it’s a bad thing!

Shop Class:

Home Economics:

And, unfortunately, Gym:

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punk syndrome

From ABC’s Afterschool Special “The Day My Kid Went Punk”. Alas, alas, the whole mess was up on Vimeo just a short day ago, yet now it is gone! Gone! How shall others learn the message of tolerance espoused by the sweet classical violinist turned lead guitarist/summer help/punk who preaches tolerance and understanding? What else has the gravitas of the assembled punk panel of teens at the end, queried by the lead punk’s very mom, telling an audience of surly townsfolk they just want respect?

Their variant of punk seems to involve a heavy base of white makeup, mime-style, on the face and the guitar stylings of Jerry Lewis and the News. Oh, WHY didn’t I capture more images? “I’ll do it tomorrow!” I said, and now that day is here and I am bereft of an Afterschool Special. Oh cruel and fickle internet! Holding forth such glittering jewels only to have them turn to dust upon reaching!

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The Onion AV Club had a neat little article using Archie comics as a mirror of America’s evolving pop culture. Archie and pals manage to reflect back the inherent silliness of trends and people literally buying into it, but refrain from commenting on the actual events that shaped it. I haven’t read every Archie comic ever, but I pray there’s not a ‘very special issue’ out there dedicated to covering the events of September 11th or some such thing. That would destroy their wholesomeness and objectivity for me. This is from a late 80′s one:

From now on you can all call me Captain Thrash. On a slightly related tangent, I think living in the suburbs makes you much more intensely into whatever scene you choose to join. When you’re in the city, you’re surrounded by all sorts of stimuli, but out in the sticks, you find something that strikes you as meaningful, or at least makes you feel less alone, and cling to it for dear life. That’s why suburban gangs are more deadly than city ones. The city ones, they only mess with you when you’re in their way. They have business to attend to, and want to avoid police involvement as much as possible. Suburban gangs, on the other hand, are B-O-R-E-D. They are a heirarchal organization without a purpose, just social interaction, and are usually in areas with maybe 5 cops, one of them on bike. Well, except for initiations. That’s where city gangs have the suburbs beat. My mom, a teacher in an ‘urban’ district(by urban they mean more hispanic and black kids than white kids) was warned not to linger by the school one day by the security guards. When she asked why, they told her it was Gang Initiation Day, like they have some kind of calendar date for it. They told her if she saw a car driving without its lights on, DON’T FLASH THEM! It’s really a roving car of gang hoods and if you flash them to warn them they’ll KILL you! Because that’s how they initiate people! I think the guards meant well but neither she nor I swallowed that one.

Suburban punks are also deadly serious when it comes to their ‘scene’. Few if any have a sense of humour, or maybe they all just share one between them. They debate endlessly about what it means to be ‘punk’ like philosophers struggling to divine whether or not there is a soul, and they attend every basement show, no matter how awful the band or tiny the basement. Now that Hot Topic’s gone and made ‘punk’ another outfit, it’s even worse. Less of the earnestness and more of the cliquishness. Nick was right when he said Ian Mackaye ruined punk. Sure, thinking’s alright, and playing dress-up’s sort of fun, but you gotta have HEART! Just like Ma-Ti from Captain Planet! Of course if Captain Thrash and Captain Planet got together, Thrash’d probably punch Planet out….I have no idea what I’m typing about anymore.

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