gorilla juiceheads

like most youths in this country, i have become completely (and almost inexplicably) obsessed with a certain group of ultra-tanned, super-conceded, mega-hedonistic beach dwellers who have turned the once-tacky jersey shore into a bonafide cool playground. it's easy for one to detest such fodder though after five years of californian blonde rich bitches spilling drinks in $1000 shoes on the hills, it's even easier to see why the mtv-watching crowd has found refuge in the modestly-styled, immensely egotistical east coast world of shore. slightly akin to the "valley girl" trend of the early 1980s, the world of poofs and GTL has become a kitschy guilty pleasure for our confused times, spawning off themed campus parties and almost satirical merchandise. in many ways, their invincible, young-american narcissism evokes a prominent trait within our generation, allowing them to be a strange, subcultural voice for the rest of us non-fist pumpers or gorilla juiceheads.