Yeah, I’ve always just used the term “bro” to mean “pal” or “buddy”, especially if they’re longtime or close friends. “I’ll be back later tonight, Dear. I’m just gonna go meet up with a couple of my bros downtown for some bacon salad and celery pizza.”
I’m not sure if we really have a widely used term for the type of fella that Grumps is describing, though I know the type. I tend to use the term “meathead” a lot, or just “douchebag”.
I guess in NY/NJ they have “guidos” which are just the same type of numbskulls with some degree of Italian descent. Snookie and J-Wow also call them “Juiceheads” and “Gorillas”, so there’s that.
I dont think the jersey shore guys count. Theyre definitely meatheads. You can usually spot the bros around here by all the metal mulisha crap they wear. Their lifted trucks their mommies bought them and of course the straight brinmed hats.
And there is definitely a difference between you hangin with your bro and the bro style. Im talking bro style here.
Bro
An alpha male idiot. This is the derogatory sense of the word (common usage in the western US): white, 16-25 years old, inarticulate, belligerent, talks about nothing but chicks and beer, drives a jacked up truck that’s plastered with stickers, has rich dad that owns a dealership or construction business and constantly tells this to chicks at parties, is into extreme sports that might be fun to do but are uncool to claim (wakeboarding, dirt biking, lacrosse), identifies excessively with brand names, spends a female amount of money on clothes and obsesses over his appearance to a degree that is not socially acceptable for a heterosexual male. The female equivalent of the Bro is the Bro Hoe. Bro Hoes are Bro groupies that hang around bros, many of whom are actually quite hot and are thus spared the scorn that is heaped on Bros.
I’m not sure if it’s allowed in Bro-pubs, and the practice may be a bit Un-Chicagoish, but most of the pizza places I’ve been to do this radical thing where they actually let you choose your own toppings.
I don’t think I’ve heard the term Smart Bar since Billy Idol’s “Cyberpunk” or perhaps one of the deleted scenes from “Hackers”.
“Smart Bar” was never a reference to the short-lived “smart drink” phenomenon beloved of Mondo 3000 readers. The venue name predates that whole thing by several years.
I have to agree with wempathy’s earlier points, though - Al makes a triumphant return to Chi-town of some kind, which he seems to want to commemorate with a New Year’s Eve bash now, and he ignores those institutions which made him what he is so that he can get wacky with some people who will forget about the whole encounter days / weeks / months from now.
So Al’s only allowed to take gigs in the same shitty bars he hung out in the 80’s? If people don’t want to see him because he’s playing at the bro bar, so be it. I’d have skipped it only because . . . Well, I don’t, as a general rule, pay $30 to watch a geriatric play MP3’s. But if that was my thing, I wouldn’t let a little celery, pineapple, or bacon stop me.
The term “bro” has always been a big quite common down here in Miami…all my Cuban brothers have always said it…I’ve used it my whole life and will continue to do so…
The term “bro” has always been a big quite common down here in Miami…all my Cuban brothers have always said it…I’ve used it my whole life and will continue to do so…
Again, theres a difference between someone who is your bro and someone who IS a “bro.”
I’ve never wanted to go to a Bro-bar more in my life than right now…
I’m in.
I’m gonna order the Brodog Bonanza! It’s a whole pineapple wrapped in Bacon, grilled and basted with Jack Daniels, filled with sausage and served on a pair of giant fake tits!
[reply]I’ve never wanted to go to a Bro-bar more in my life than right now…
I’m in.
I’m gonna order the Brodog Bonanza! It’s a whole pineapple wrapped in Bacon, grilled and basted with Jack Daniels, filled with sausage and served on a pair of giant fake tits![/reply]
I’ll meet you there…I will be the one putting Under the Blade on the jukebox…get some EXTRA bacon wrapped around that fruity pineapple…!!!
So Al’s only allowed to take gigs in the same shitty bars he hung out in the 80’s? If people don’t want to see him because he’s playing at the bro bar, so be it. I’d have skipped it only because . . . Well, I don’t, as a general rule, pay $30 to watch a geriatric play MP3’s. But if that was my thing, I wouldn’t let a little celery, pineapple, or bacon stop me.
Of course he’s allowed to do whatever he wants, it just seems that by not stopping in and paying respects to some of the institutions that helped him out years ago, he may as well have just gone to some other random city to celebrate the event. It’s not like I expect him to join in a tearful and conciliatory group hug with Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Jolly Roger and whatever other Ministry associates still live there. But the Metro / Smart Bar complex is one of the last remaining venues from Ministry’s heyday and it’s odd that he’d ignore them while trying to play “behold, I am the conqueror of Chicago”…
Also, Gunnar, a warning if you do order a “Bro”-approved pizza on Chicago’s Northside. The Bros claim a few blocks of Wrigleyville as their turf, but be careful not to order that pizza in territory belonging to the Warriors, Turnbull A.C.'s or Baseball Furies. Or that gang run by the guy who knocks three bottles together on his hand while cruising around in his graffiti’d hearse.
The article includes some concise bro descriptors including this one of a Chicago Bro which is pretty spot on.
"The Chicago Bro
Uniform: North Face jacket, Big 10 college sweatshirt (ALMA MATER ONLY), athletic shoes. During the summer, basketball shorts, a college tee shirt, baseball cap, and sandals. Toes aplenty among the bros of Chicago during warm weather.
Job: Consulting or accounting. Finance, but not, like, sexy finance. Maybe a loan officer or a financial advisor.
Hobbies: Getting blackout drunk every weekend.
Secret shame: Is going bald (that’s what the baseball cap is supposed to hide) and getting large in the middle from all that drinking, despite only being 28 (every bro in Chicago is 28).
it just seems that by not stopping in and paying respects to some of the institutions that helped him out years ago, he may as well have just gone to some other random city to celebrate the event. It’s not like I expect him to join in a tearful and conciliatory group hug with Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Jolly Roger and whatever other Ministry associates still live there. But the Metro / Smart Bar complex is one of the last remaining venues from Ministry’s heyday and it’s odd that he’d ignore them while trying to play “behold, I am the conqueror of Chicago”…
It might not be up to him.
Considering the various burnt bridges and soured relationships, it’s possible Metro / Smart Bar doesn’t even want him there, or has already banned him.
but be careful not to order that pizza in territory belonging to the Warriors, Turnbull A.C.'s or Baseball Furies. Or that gang run by the guy who knocks three bottles together on his hand while cruising around in his graffiti’d hearse.
This is easily the best reference/comment I have read here in some time. Well done.
[reply]but be careful not to order that pizza in territory belonging to the Warriors, Turnbull A.C.'s or Baseball Furies. Or that gang run by the guy who knocks three bottles together on his hand while cruising around in his graffiti’d hearse.
This is easily the best reference/comment I have read here in some time. Well done.[/reply]
That gang was The Rogues and the guy knocking the bottles together was Luther…haha I know that film by heart…
[reply][reply]but be careful not to order that pizza in territory belonging to the Warriors, Turnbull A.C.'s or Baseball Furies. Or that gang run by the guy who knocks three bottles together on his hand while cruising around in his graffiti’d hearse.
This is easily the best reference/comment I have read here in some time. Well done.[/reply]
That gang was The Rogues and the guy knocking the bottles together was Luther…haha I know that film by heart…[/reply]
And don’t forget the Gramercy Riffs; as led by Miles Davis in his ‘electric’ phase.
Am seriously thinking of putting a line from that one in my sig…so many classics there…e.g. “Well, boppers, I guess all we can do is play you a song…”
Hands-down the best movie ever made in which the majority of the ‘gang members’ look like male models.
“This is what we fought all night to get back to?”(upon return to Coney Island)
“I’ll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle”
“Maybe you have all just gone faggot”
Endlessly great quotes in that flick…
I even like the lesser gangs like The Punks,the Lizzies and even the dirtbag loser Orphans…I love how The Warriors tire of the Orphans so they just throw a Molotov cocktail at them and take the whole gang out…