Requiem for a Jejemon

Like demotivational posters and Katy Perry-Metallica mash-ups, I don’t find it funny anymore.  There was nothing remotely cool about Jejemon, after all; it was just one of those interesting incidences of pop culture that makes for a good case study of how popularity can actually kill popular culture.

When The Girlfriend and I went to watch Iron Man 2, we were surprised to see one of those Jeje-caps worn properly.  Properly. A bit skewed and tilted to the left, but the cap finally molded the contour of the boy’s head.  There’s nothing left to be said about Jejemon, except that the bandwagon is just too full for another Jejebuster – or Jeje-supporter – entry that discusses Jejemonology and Jejemoñana.  It was good while it lasted.  While the sudden surge of popularity for Jejemania was a welcome break from the toxicity of political abracadabra all over the Internet these days, it was just too good to last.

It’s getting a bit old, too.

Way before Jejefever swept the nation and earned its TV slots – way before it had a name – I wrote about this whole craze of caps and sTiCkYcApS:

I’m one to believe that nothing is left to say for the Jejemon, at this point.  Everything from free expression, to the state of our educational system, to Jejebusting to the Jejemon as a poet, has already been said, elucidated, explained to the point of nausea.  Heck, Jejemon have already reached the headlines of primetime newscasts.  There’s so much saturation of Jejemon everywhere that what was once an aberration is now normal, acceptable… and indeed, as almost every trend is over time, laos. It’s just too boring, too mainstream, too popular, that the self-defeating hype is only rivaled by the irrational hatred of Jejemon by people who exhibit the same characteristics as the people they claim to hate do.  How many Jejemon translators do you need in life, anyway?

Popular culture dies because it’s popular.  Flo-Rida and T-Pain are as dead as Los Del Rio, and “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga will one day walk the same lines as “Lambada” by Kaoma.  It couldn’t be possibly worse than Jejemon-esque people starring in YouTube slideshows of lyrics translations by Quamo, although I could be wrong.  No amount of Emmang Emo can offset the LOL’s and the meh’s.

No one’s about to chase after Jejemon with torches and pitchforks anymore, because it’s already spoiled.  It’s gone.  I’ve heard a couple of 62-year-olds talk about Jejemon awhile ago, and realized that this whole thing has gone the way of television and:

Trust me, I don’t know whatever happened to Red Sternberg.

5 thoughts on “Requiem for a Jejemon

    1. yup, I read somewhere that he is actually an HR (I dont know what kind) in one of the many call centers in metro manila.

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