"There’s a scene about 30 minutes into The Dirt, the biopic loosely adapted from the Mötley Crüe memoir of the same name, that proves unintentionally illuminating. After an A&R rep from Elektra Records meets the band at infamous L.A. hotspot the Rainbow Room (where he’s startled to discover there’s a woman under the table offering blowjobs to any guy who sits down with the band, sight unseen) and signs them to a five-album deal, the film cuts back to the group excitedly partying the night away, voice-over narration from band member Nikki Sixx recalling how the deal led to the group’s only real goal: “Better drugs and bigger parties.” “Look at this place!” Sixx’s narrator marvels. “Everybody wanted to party with us.” The irony to a sane viewer is overpowering: It looks like the world’s saddest wannabe orgy, a dirty and poorly lit one-bedroom apartment on the Sunset Strip where a bunch of leather-clad grown men and their willing sexual conquests act like attendees at the world’s most juvenile frat kegger. And in the eyes of the band, these were the glory days. Yikes."

Of course McFaggot uses the word yikes.

Judging some shit that happened 30 fucking years ago with today's lenses is the height of faggotry. Even boomers never did shit like that. Also, they convinced ignore the fact that most rappers (their circles) make Motley Crue look like fucking pikers. Also, you're a faggot. But you know that already.

Cool.