Ever seen a bunch of skinheads?
I have. A few times. It is my family’s nightmare—the worst-case, dead-end, most I-told-you-so-for-going-to-Germany-you-big-Heeby-McJewenstein-jackass scenario mentioned to me occasionally when I visit home.
Like a viciously organized far-right wing is going to take over the organic markets and yoga academies in my neighborhood.
Skinheads are generally men, although there are some pretty impressive skinheadinas out there. The men of the species have, as you might expect, shaved heads, polished boots with white laces, and 3/4 length pants (black) or jeans. They wear either jean jackets or black bombers—with sewn-on patches of their favorite white supremacist bands (I prefer Prussian Blue, check’em out!)
What do skinheads like to do? Well, read and take long walks, I might conjecture. There is, however, one skinhead activity that I have observed on many occasions, and can therefore confirm as a favored neo-Nazi pastime.
They like to sit together in big packs on the subways or trams, singing.
Singing together. Songs. Skinheads singing songs together.
I might be the only one in this boat, but—is there anyone else that finds this a little bit…
Gay?
Say, fellas—know any Tori?
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