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What emerged was the punk rock movement. They were rebelling against the rebels. Or, more accurately, they were the next generation of rebels who were rebelling against the main-streaming of the previous generation of rebels. Considering how rebellious the hippie generation had been, the punk rockers had their work cut out for them when it came to upping the ante. They met the challenge, and then some! Few groups, before or since, have been as purely rebellious as punk rockers. The main stream establishment wasn't enough for punk rockers to rebel against. They rebelled against everything. They even rebelled against themselves. The very name "punk" implies that they themselves were worthy only of derision. All of society, all of life, all of existence was total shit in their eyes. The movement was born in recession-laden England, where young people had little to look forward to but a lifetime of unemployment. It's not difficult to see where this sense of chronic despair came from.
While I don't share punk rockers' sense of despair or taste in music, I am captivated by them nonetheless. As an unrepentant nonconformist I tip my hat to anyone who thumbs his nose at convention. I also like people who push the envelope. Punk rockers are extreme nonconformists. They didn't just fly in the face of convention. They turned it upside down and inside out. Rather than dye their hair an unusual shade, they dyed it in absurd, unnatural colors like pink or green. One thing is for sure. I absolutely love to look at these guys. Their extreme haircuts, plentiful tattoos and piercings, and prodigious use of leather all come together to make one sexy combination in my book. In fact, punk rockers were among the first to truly embrace the Modern Primitive idiom.
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