This is what the book "Street Boners" looks like extra big so that my review appears longer than it really is...total sock in the underwear.

As Mooj from “40 Year Old Virgin extols:

“Is not about cock and ass and tits and butthole pleasures. It’s not about this rusty trombone, dirty Sanchez… th-the Cincinnati bowtie and the pussy-juice cocktail, and the… shit-stained balls. Its about love. Its about connection.”

And so, Gavin McInnes, self-proclaimed aged hipster and cultural bulwark, returns with an all new compendium of fashion faux pas and literary disenchantment, ephemeral elegance in an otherwise ungainly universe with his aptly titled sophomore/sophomoric treatise “Street Boners.” Get it? “Boners” like the ones you pop when you see a hot chick and “Boners” as in mess ups? Anyway, this time around, the dog doesn’t bark as loud as he bit when he was writing “Dos and Don’ts” for VICE magazine, popping pills and generally goading the world’s hipster fashion elite, instead he has made it an even more difficult task to decipher exactly what is a “Do” and what is a “Don’t.”

Perhaps that is the point. In the same way that pretty girls are awesome on one hand, and loud farts are awesome on another; McInnes’ writing is the perfect coalescence of both (for further research try the pretty girls farting channel on Youtube). Both eschewing and espousing American Apparel, when the right cases arise, McInnes has drawn a fine line between the cultural vendetta against mainstream alternative and the mainstream vendetta against cultural alternative. Examining (with typical tongue in cheek treatment) pariah, paraquat and precedent; McInnes throws all against the societal backspray to see what slides down to meet the urinal mint. Excuse my poetics.

Realized through a system of kitty heads ranging from 0 to 10, Gavin proceeds in much the same manner as “Dos and Don’ts” but instead of “all or nothing,” we get a strange hodge-podge of cryptic style algorithms that are amusing for their sometimes pedestrian, sometimes elitist references. Good fun all around, but often lacking that “kick in the nuts” honesty of his previous work. We liked it better when you were making fun of the homeless and asking Ghostface if he liked the smell of girls butts…which you are still doing…and that makes it difficult to say what has changed in this latest foray.

Perhaps it is the fact that we are both older now and that we must start living by a certain fashion code that has been unbreakable since the dawn of time immemorial (cleverly outlined head to toe within). Perhaps it is that we are beyond the juvenile vagina-hounding and impracticality of doing the drugs. Perhaps it is that we have given too much or given up completely. Maybe the worm has simply turned and we were there beneath the slimy white underbelly for far to long to escape it’s slow crash overhead. Whatever it is, it still works. It just tastes a little smoother with age.

Also included are city guides to fashion from New York to LA and beyond, guest commentaries from the likes of Tim and Eric, Debbie Harry and David Cross (if I remember correctly) and an in-depth study of both the history of hipster fashion and a guide to what behooves the modern hipster in terms of age and sex with hand drawn visual guides.

For more on the ramblings of Gavin, just google dude. Oh, and for up to the minute, “I farted in my pants” updates, find Gavin on Twitter.