|Like this asshole|
The other horrible type is the video-game playing, Jason-Statham-worshipping maroon who thinks that he could totally be a hitman because he's awesome at Halo and that would be, like, a totally great job. Never mind that hitmen are generally hired to take out spouses for the insurance money and rarely get to kill "bad guys," these idiots believe that violence solves everything, from parking tickets to getting stiffed a McNugget. Because in their world, violence does solve everything--you need to get from one level to the next? Kill a bunch of anonymous thugs.
|They have tee-shirts too|
Violence is funny to them. It's a part of their everyday virtual life, despite the fact that most of them have never been confronted with actual violence outside of maybe this time that they were at a bar, and this guy knocked into them, and they like, totally shoved him back and he's like "you wanna take this outside" and then the bouncer came and broke it up but they totally would have kicked his ass.
And look, I'm okay with violence in media. I just got back from seeing The Expendables (it was everything a $6 matinee should be) and my favorite show is The Shield . . . but the difference is that nobody is Vic Mackey or Rambo . . . they imagine themselves to be, but they're not, plain and simple, and deep down, they know this. They pretend to aspire to want to be Bruce Willis, but after about ten minutes of driving home really fast from Burger King, almost totally running a red light because you are badass! it's back to microwaving some pizza rolls and watching reruns of Lost.
But Scott Pilgram combines the irritating wimpiness of Michael Cera with the awful arrogance of your hyper-violent mama's boy into one package reeking of Axe body spray and stale Doritoes. All 27 year old guys think they're every character Michael Cera has ever played. They think no one understands them and that they don't have to ever work or attempt anything because they deserve great things (namely, babes) simply by blessing the universe with their slimy presence. Now you've added a level of violence that they understand--the consequence-free violence of video games--and you've created an attitude that pits violence against rejection. Clerk being rude to you at the grocery store? Tell her how fat she is and that maybe she should just kill herself. Joker626 says that Green Day sold out years ago? Write back you are stupid and your mother should have aborted you with a coat hanger you piece of shit. Indie girl won't give you the time of day? Slug her, the bitch deserves it. You think I'm joking? I've heard this from guys I consider well-educated.
It's not their fault, really. This vile attitude is rapidly on it's way to being socially acceptable. We've got a coddled generation spoiled by the anonymity of the internet and the absence of male role models. Michael Cera gets the hot girl by being a sniveling piece of garbage. Why wouldn't the boy next door be the same way?