Contrary to popular belief, bleeding edge haute couture isn’t brewed in some elitist homosexual’s Parisian shop. REAL fashion is forged with the blood, sweat and cultural puree of normal, everyday people who walk the streets. That’s right, the very same people who wear their collars up and make a total nuisance out of themselves thanks to their ubiquitous MP3 player’s ear phones which are perpetually stuck to their ears; something which, much to the dismay of other people causes them to lose what’s left of their already short attention spans.
These are the very same people who clog up the aisles over at the Greenhills shopping center, looking for sub-500 peso pants they could wear to Decades or Padi’s Point with their equally barriotic friends. These trend-setters congregate in such places in a bold effort to promote their tragedies made out of cloth which, more often than not, lead to the most contemptible kind of stupidity. In this edition of Know your Jologs, we honor these fashionistas who are in the frontlines leading the charge towards an inevitably fatal fashion disaster.
First of all we have to define what a ‘douchebag’ is. Basically, a douchebag/jolog is an individual who has an over inflated sense of self worth, compounded by a low level of intelligence, behaving ridiculously in front of colleagues with no sense of how moronic he appears. How do you spot a douchebag/jolog?
However, these characteristics are not set on stone as jologs are known to take up various shapes depending on geographic location. Since Man Blog editor Ade has done a splendid job profiling the jolog subclass known as R0KkErZZZ \m/ Let’s now take the time to train our discerning eyes towards other forms of Jologry and critique the way they embrace counter culture couture with our talons of righteousness.
In this picture, we see Jhun Jhun a Pinoy sea man who works aboard an oil tanker where he spends hours upon hours being lowered down the ship’s hull where he, little by little, chips rust away with a nail file and a spoon.
When he’s not busy doing that, he spends his time looking for love on the internet. We see him here in a beautiful Swiss garden where he waits for his internet girlfriend to arrive. She never did.
Why? Maybe it’s because of his worn out circa 1994 basketball shoes? The fact that he wore his inter-baranggay basketball Jersey for their first meeting? Or the fact that his face looks like a 500 lb Acme anvil fell smack on his face? Take your pick.
Bhoyet complains “We don’t have anymore Coca Cola yo!”
Well you know what else we don’t have Bhoyet? Bead necklaces, fake Ralph Lauren caps and fake oversized shirts because it’s not 1993.
Rhenz shows us the number of times a member of the opposite sex has attempted to talk to him. We know why Rhenz, we know why.
Jhong wanted to become a big time magazine editor. Well guess what? acid-washed slim jeans, a 150 peso shirt, a ridiculous-looking messenger bag, a bad haircut and a face that looks like you sucked on an entire crate of lemons doesn’t make you one. So now that you’re broke and all, go ahead and suck dicks for food over at Luneta. Asshole.
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
