THE FINE LINE BETWEEN IRONIC AND LITERALBy
Sometimes the irony is too sharp. Norman Lear and Caroll O’Connor got Archie Bunker too pitch perfect and eventually the lunch bucket bigots decided that Archie had some good ideas. They tuned in every week to watch him give it to the Meathead. Also the libruls and the blacks and sometimes the Jews.
Other times irony is so dull and so obviously affected that it isn’t ironic. Larry the Cable Guy is just a dumb redneck saying vaguely awful things to an audience of rednecks who agree with said awfulness. Such is the case with an essay in the hipster chic ‘zine Vice about all the journalists who come to Detroit and ponder abandoned buildings and what not.
They sent one of their finest art school dropouts to Detroit with a camera and an overnight bag filled with his uncomfortably tight jeans and comically oversized Sally Jesse eyes glasses. He then proceeded to hook up with the Sweet Juniper guy for inside dope about the city. Like all of the other out-of-town journalists.
The Sweet Juniper guy told him all about how all these journalists just want to write the same thing about Detroit’s wretched abandonedness. Vice’s intrepid hipster journalist agreed that such journalistic laziness is terrible. Then he went about asking the Sweet Juniper guy about abandoned buildings as part of the important task of chronicling Detroit’s wretched abandonedness and something about Charlie LeDuff.
Vice did not simply copy the New York Times, London Daily Mirror, and Rosie O’Donnell’s hand-wringing “Detroit is dying” boilerplate. No sir. Instead this hipster-reporter went to the same places that those other media folks visited but also quoted people complaining about out-of-town journalists. Those complaints don’t include Vice‘s inquiries because hipsters, you know, get it. Hipsters have street cred. They pawned their shampoo to pay for it. (Vice)
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