No one noted the irony in how the phrase in the title could be so aptly directed at the author himself?

art525 wrote,
"It's painful listening to him trying to talklike a rapper. So arch, so forced, so self conscious, so contrived."

Like a fingernail scratching a blackboard (to use what may be a cliche`).

I had to turn it off.

Incredible.

And, as if the segment weren't bad enough itself, it's being rebroadcast now for some reason, instead of the actual first hour.

I just imagined meeting him at a party, where he's severely stoned, and he's shoveling his usual wack talking points alternating with really bad rapping, sounding like a wanna-be MC, and I'm feeling so embarrassed for him that all I can do is nod and look away.

It's worse than I anticipaed. It's painful listening to him trying to talklike a rapper. So arch, so forced, so self conscious, so contrived.

This author is what a graf artist would call a "toy"

Every word that drops out of this philistine's mouth makes me cringe. He obviously has the best weed dealer in Park Slope.

You get these hipster Park Slope parents who want to distance themselves from and find themselves cooler than their suburban peers driving around in those minivans and who want desperately to believe they are still the bohemians they once convinced themselves they were. So they park their strollers outside the bar and hang out with their toddlers in tow. A kid's book called "Go The F*uck To Sleep panders brilliantly to these wannabes.

A hipster trying desperately hard to be cool. How novel a novel.