SEPARATED AT BIRTH?

Another classic. Shimon Peres and …

CLARK IN HIS OWN WORDS: An amusing litany.

BLUE-COLLAR CHIC: Well, you could see this coming:

“For middle-class kids just out of university and living in Williamsburg, the closest thing right now to bad-ass culture is blue-collar culture, so you have hipsters play-acting blue collar. Instead of saying, `I’m a PlayStation-reared, e-mailing-all-the-time Friendster loser,’ they’re getting lots of tattoos and drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.”

I went to my first white-trash theme party three years ago. I felt cool because John Bartlett was throwing it. We had corn-dogs and twinkies and malt liquor and wore half-mesh ball-caps. Maybe the “bear” trend is also a throw-back to ’70s white trash culture. Ditto South Park Republicans, where the politics of the Red Zone has become the politics of the Blue-Red Set. Is all this hopelessly condescending? Maybe. But part of the refreshing nature of these trends is exactly their unconcern with whether they’re forms of condescension or not, or even whether they’re ironic or not. They’re just cool and insensitive. It took only one generation of political correctness to fuse the two. As Rolling Stone editor, Joe Levy, puts it, “If you have a bohemian neighborhood full of people drinking bad beer and wearing ugly T-shirts and trucker hats and dressing the exact same way as Justin Timberlake, it’s real and it’s ironic, and it’s cool and it’s uncool at the same time.” Exactly.