I’ll be honest: there’s one aspect of skinhead culture I never liked: subcultural self-pity. OK, Mick Furbank’s famous ‘crucified skinhead’ design looks cool and always will. But the whole “misunderstood & blamed for everything” victim complex does get on my tits. How many more documentaries and Vice articles where we whine about being misrepresented as racist thugs? Come on. No black person ever gave a shit what I wear. Only white liberals eye you with suspicion. And so they should – because that’s what keeps them from co-opting our culture wholesale. After all, would you want skinhead to become as acceptable as punk is today? Continue reading
Creases Like Knives 