Word: dudeness
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...level, this butterfly-fiction trend is just a variation on the classic dorm-room-stoner epiphany: that everything is, like, connected, dude. But it also rings true with our lives, which are linked to those of strangers around the world today in ways we sense but can't quite comprehend. We are at "war" against loose networks of enemies with no uniform or flag. Our jobs are at the mercy of vast global webs. We make sprawling (if shallow) ties through social-networking websites. We worry if our emissions will come back to us as global warming, if our foreign...
...Beautiful” is the first thing that comes to mind, the second thing is the scene in “The Big Lebowski” when the Dude is taken to the garden party of porn king Jackie Treehorn. In this case, we are the Dude, the Clipse are those two Treehorn enforcers who pissed on our rug and boss us around, Slim Thug is the totally out-of-place naked woman on the trampoline, and “Skateboard P” is Treehorn himself. Like Treehorn’s party, the video has that unmistakable...
...like Treehorn, Pharrell at first appears to be the mastermind of an elaborate cultural scheme (the arrhythmic cracking tribal drums and snaky fusion-hop synths on the track), upon closer inspection it turns out he’s just a hack who’s drawing some dude with a giant wang on a personalized Post-It. Figuratively speaking...
...were introduced a paragraph ago, and you’re already willing to dismiss Finn and company as losers; as middle-aged men playing air guitar in dive bars, pining for the brawny riffs and throbbing bass lines they knew in their youths; as a band with a dude named Franz. But don’t be hasty. The video for lead single “Chips Ahoy!” plays up the band’s loserish appearances knowingly but not affectedly. And it’s hilarious—Finn plays a TV news anchorman unable...
...show? JF: I want to give people something else to do besides seeing all the boat races you have going on…Plus there are a lot of hot chicks at Harvard, let’s face it. RR: Where do I find these hot chicks? JF: Oh dude, it’s all over the internet. Everybody knows. Rememberradcliffe.com—that’s a vintage one. RR: So you already did this once…I guess you didn’t suck enough to not get invited back? JF: I guess...