Yes, yes, you are the very best at sleeping in the dirt with all the latest sleeping in the dirt accessories.

Yes, real outdoorsmen know you need to go to the experts at REI in order to spend $700 on gear to sleep in the dirt.

Maybe not, but with those neatly trimmed mustaches they can definitely light a fire in our loins!

I can't even fathom how you could be so hostile toward people you deem to have inferior camp gear.

PEOPLE WEARING CLOTHING IN THE CITY WOULD NOT BE WELL-EQUIPPED TO WEAR THAT SAME CLOTHING IN THE WOODS

And what's the deal with these jackasses who aren't drug dealers or over the age of 60, but still insist on using a flip phone? Gosh but that gets my goat. Get a smart phone, dummies!

I use a flip phone, so I guess I'm that "jackass" who isn't ignoring everyone while playing Super Mario Bros at a social engagement!

If this clown wrote this as a follow up to previous posting just below, then they're not even interesting when drunk.

Here's a piece of advice... Drink more and/or write less.

... I actually also use a flip phone. That was just an example of a similar stupid complaint. I thought maybe the phrase "gosh but that gets my goat" would make that more obvious.

Smart Phones where maid for ignoring everyone while playing Super Mario Bros at a social engagement, don't you see? If you're not dumb and your not massified you have it made.

Even Candy Crush could make you smarter.

Oooh, this is actually a good IA. POLER / CAMP VIBES makes some hideous shit (ripping off outdated designs), dresses it up with a bunch of art / design / business school fluff about how authentic and practical it is to make it appeal to exactly the type of people who are neither. Anyone who'd ever been on even an overnight backpacking trip in scouting would see how ridiculous these lumberjack fashion peddlers' wares are, but it's not really about that, is it? It's about buying that brand name so you can stand in front of a smartphone in your living room and take selfies suggesting that maybe, just maybe, you're the wise, deep, grounded earthy type of hipster who maybe just might go camping this weekend (if only you hadn't bought tickets to that darn Paramore show at the Hawthorne Theatre! Darn!)

Pussy. I wouldn't be caught dead out in them hills without my buckskin breeches and my coonskin hat.

It might be an cold, icy, dirty world in the backcountry, but my "Poncho" has been out in the wilderness more than 45 days non-stop, and my 1960's accessories have survived the most deadly outdoor trials of the outdoor life. And the cappuccino machine it's just an USB device so it's really easy.

This smug backpackitude (trademarking it, back off) makes the idea of listening to people at The Know discuss that rad Deerhoof show at the Blackbird Lounge in '06 very pleasurable.