Build a Bridge

Tonight I experienced three really obnoxious instances of people thinking they were hotter shit than they actually are. I think my biggest New York annoyance is people who think for some (typically incorrect) reason that they’re better than anyone else.

1) Hey, girl who is a reporter for some shitty website that I’d never heard of and is trying to muscle her fat ass in front of everyone else who has waited an hour plus to get a good spot because you’re attempting to take pictures for your terrible website with your shitty little Canon S350! You aren’t important. This ridiculous girl actually used the following sentences to justify her pushing her way through a packed crowd who had been waiting a pretty long time: “Have you ever been to one of these things? This is how they work. It’s my job.” If you had a real photographer, he/she would have been camped out like all of the other people rather than talking down to kids who were real fans and just wanted to see the show. She also had the gall to ask Kanye West’s tour manager to get her a drink when he walked by after she got to the front, he laughed in her face.

2) Hey, LES streetwear boutique founder, few things made me happier than when you got kicked out of the show because, after trying to give Kanye West your business card while he was on stage— which he refused, you thought you could throw a glowstick at Kanye to the and get away with it. Not a good idea considering there was security everywhere who were keeping their eye on the crowd to make sure they weren’t videotaping, much less throwing glowing projectiles up on stage. Also, it was dick of you to, like the girl above, push your way to the front because you saw the much more talented and nicer Jeff Ng up front and thought you could mooch his patiently waited for seats. I’m pretty sure they didn’t want you up there.

3) Hey, dumb-ass girl who, after I was nice enough to give you my wristband when you asked for it (even though I wanted to keep it because I like keeping those kinds of things), don’t try to ask me if, “I live in Manhattan, and go to clubs— you know, night clubs,” only because you want to show me how cool you are by explaining how to get into the shitty midtown clubs that you do PR for. I really don’t get why you feel the need for you to act like you’re doing me a favor, please lose the ‘tude and stop trying to act like you’re hot shit for having access to these places no one will ever go to.