Cultural Commentator

Remove Normcore From Your Life With This Handy Chrome Extension

Cultural Commentator

Remove Normcore From Your Life With This Handy Chrome Extension

"Rebellion. Not ironic assimilation in to the status quo." instagrammed @_Pictureplane_ this morning, alongside this gem created by @Guccigoth.
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…and by life, we mean various social media feeds, but if you’re like us, you aren’t kidding yourself they’re any different nowadays! If you’re the type of person who lends any credence to said feeds, you’ve likely more than merely stumbled across #normcore, the latest #hashtrend sweeping the nation, no doubt in an ironic thrifted janitor’s uniform and crocs. Likewise, if you didn’t stumble blindly out of the womb sometime in 2013, you’ve also long since beeeeen familiar with the concept that “Dis Magazine” and “The Jogging” exist, precisely what makes normcore so annoying in context of its current presentation– considerably moreso, I’d imagine, if you’re K-Hole trends, who assembled a #depthy analysis of its proliferation back in not-so-distant October. It’s safe to say that with Sarah Palin drawing parallels between Obama’s mom jeans and international foreign policy, this ish has long since hit its saturation point.

Enter “No More #NORMCORE“, a Chrome extension from @Dan2600 that invites the downloader to “say no to forced memes” by removing any verbal instance of this irksome, late oversimplification from your precious line of sight. The aesthetic will, of course, continue to flourish for a myriad of reasons, but at least you’ll still be able to wear a Nike hat and elastic-ankle sweatpants without being reminded that your sad lack of effort and possibly sadder bank account now additionally qualify you as a dickrider.


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There was a time when the origins of “normcore” meant freedom from the requirement that reactionary shapeshifting be intrinsic to holding an individualist world outlook, voluntary Stockholm Syndrome meant to level the playing field and place “normal” and “different” squarely mouth-to-tail. K-Hole said it best: “It’s the potluck where the guests have so many dietary restrictions, that everyone can only eat what they brought. It’s the party that’s so exclusive that no one even shows up. This is some Tower of Babel shit.” Except the guests are now so hungry they’ve resorted to scarfing 7Eleven Corn Dog Rollers™, and the party is crowded with strange faces who only wore this Sag Harbor flannel because it’s laundry day. Assimilation has occurred; now what do we have to show for it?