Ah, this is bullshit.
That's exactly how I feel about one of my friends.
Can I hire her for parties?
Sounds like how most sensible people react upon being exposed to the internet.
Probably how I would react. And how can a t-shirt be bullshit..?
The answer to her question is in fact "Yes, it is." Of course, he's more likely to say something glib and dismissive than answer straight.
I knew this one guy who was actually charismatic enough to get away with being glib and dismissive about everything anyone else likes. Every time I liked something, he would convince me that it was actually bad because he was actually charismatic enough to be able do that. Eventually I cut all ties with him because I needed to be able to think for myself. He still has a lot of followers who I think don't need freedom of thought so much.
Reminds me of a buddy in college. He was great to be around because he could make jokes about anything, and was really funny and clever. Until after a while I realized he made a joke about ANYTHING you said. Even, "My girl dumped me," or "My mom had a cancer scare," or "The war looks to drag on for another four years." I had to avoid him to keep from killing him. And I wondered, what kind of person treats everything in life as a joke?
The Commedian and The Joker come to mind.
I spent some time in the comics retail trenches and some of my least favorite people were those comic fans who did little but hang around the shop for long periods of time making sarcastic and/or dismissive comments about every little thing - my least favorite of these creatures was this guy who would hang around for hours on end with his pals, browsing and yakking it up about how this or that comic or what have you was terrible and how he would have done it better and clueless blathering about what mistakes he thought comics industry people were making - occasionally he would maybe, once every couple of weeks buy something like a single collectible game card or fish an issue or two out of the quarter bin and usually try to haggle over the price or complain about the miniscule sales tax.
Of course it is! And it allows you lord your high standards over the common rabble without actually having high standards!
I don't think I've ever wished for a second panel in an OVC comic more, just to see her boyfriend's response.
I knew a guy like this. You couldn't go in public without him having something to say about everyone he saw, and oggling every woman who walked by. He was partly deaf and very loud, so I was always afraid his scrawny ass would start a fight he couldn't win.