The Crash and Burn of Irony as Evidenced by the Wholesale Embrace of Air Guitar in the Sunday Styles Section

Not so much a Sunday Styles article that makes you want to flee New York but rather just feel much pity for it: a first-person account of the world of competitive air guitar.

This may be the most disturbing thing you’ll read in a very long time:

I know the glory of dressing up and fanatically playing an invisible instrument in front of a crowd is not something that everyone immediately grasps. When I tell people I’ve spent more than two years as a competitive air guitarist, they often look at me bewildered, like a dog tilting its head at an unfamiliar command. Or they just laugh at me.