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Saricus Henderstotle and the Theory of Subjective Urban Contrarianism

So I am attempting to re-vive my presence in the blogosphere.

After taking a long hiatus from my personal blog to postulate theories of social interaction and write short allegories of mine and my comrades adventures on our shared ‘blob’ (aka posting exaggerated, hyperbolized stories of my friends and I supplemented by the most embarrassing and frequently irrelevant images), I decided it was time for me to re-enter some personal creative space.

What was my impetus? My theory of Subjective Urban Contrarianism, DUH.

It all started over a casual dinner with friends, where I accidentally slipped and called my friend ‘contrarian’ rather than ‘contrary’. Instead of going into a fundamentally useless debate that questions whether or not the word is real (granted, when you have no wi-fi access or 3/4G network to look it up on Websters), I decided to make some bold executive decisions for all of our well-being…I assumed no, this word does not exist, and yes, I will take it upon myself to create its meaning and social understanding. So…What is my theory subjective urban contrarianism? Are you an urban contrarian?

Well friends, discovery is not about the destination, but the journey.

I’ve found it surrounds the art of being ‘contrary’: sassy, outspoken, bold, hungry, opinionated. (Which do you think doesn’t fit?)

According to my omniscient widget thesaurus, the word ‘contrarian’ indeed does exist, and is defined as:

1. A person who opposes or rejects popular opinion, especially in stock exchange dealing.

2. Opposing or rejecting popular opinion: going against current practice.

Most basically, I made the executive decision that your opinion can be formally stated as a theory using intimidating and confounding words to mask its most basic root and element. Why? Because it is my subjective urban contrary opinion to state that this is possible and I am allowed to state my opinion as my own subjective truth.

But it has inevitably evolved into something more than that. It is about being that annoying kid in class who contradicts everything someone else says just because you like to hear yourself talk. It is about being that misinformed & delusional NYU Gallatin student paying upwards of $50 Gs a year who thinks that their concentration in “The mystique of perdition in Battlestar Gallactica & other sci-fi video games” is actually relevant. It is about going against the grain, either in an overwhelmingly irritating or infectiously humorous way.

And why ‘urban’? First off, makes the theory title longer and more confusing–all the better to obfuscate the basic meaning. Secondly, given that I live in New York, I am inclined to believe that even the most dimwitted people have staunch opinions in cities, and are not afraid to openly vocalize or share them. And in a dense urban core, all these subjective contrarianisms repelling against one another creates an intense amount of potential AND kinetic subjective urban contrarian energy.

Some recent amateur postulations include:

Contrarianism’s most revealing linguistic attribute is its ability to assert itself as if based on fact-when in actuality, the theory is that of subjective contrarianism, which suggests the inevitable influence of one’s own opinion.

…but you would think that the very essence of a prior contrarianism would be the actual OBJECTIVITY of one’s statements sans an influence of independent voice.

Confusing you yet?

Let me supply you with updates and supplements to my theory to better understand the ‘theory’. My subjective urban contrar’ibution’ (oh yes, another new word) for the evening is this…my dinner.

Contrar-ibution #1:

Let me WOW you with my outstanding capacity for mediocrity.

Now, I recently have become involved with research surrounding urban agriculture and farming in NYC, and have discovered many amazing food blogs that recommend recipes for local, fresh, and affordable produce. While I am a staunch advocate for sustainable urban food systems and admire peoples patience and innovation to create recipes that make use of seasonal and local edible resources, this is what I’ve managed to produce many a night…chickpeas, sriracha sauce, and beer.’
Local? My lazy ass just went to the fridge and back. Don’t forget energy expended on the can opener and squeezing the enormous jug of Srirach that I keep on hand.
Sustainable? I guess…in that it sustained my existence and prevented me from unlikely starvation.
Why is this contrarian? It demonstrates my true epic fail. Actually, beyond that-it demonstrates a true epic lack of effort. It is my subjective urban contrar-ibution tonight because in honor of the amazing food blogs that do incredible stories on perfectly photographed, sustainably sourced organic dishes, I want to publish something disgustingly realistic that must inevitably occur in one of those adorable, neat little kitchens every once so often.
Maybe I should start documenting my venture-East Village Dinner Series with the Subjective Urban Contrarian.
More contrar-ibutions to come.

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