The artificial concept of no-relation is the ERISTIC PRINCIPLE.
-- Some dude.
I regret that we helped to redefine 'cool' from being an inner state of grace and rebellion to being an outward display of consumption and compliance.
-- Sam Smith, An Apology to Younger Americans
He who despises himself esteems himself as a self-despiser.
-- Nietzsche
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
-- Oscar Wilde
Being a Discordian is no excuse for being an asshole.
-- Rev. Verthaine
Here's the thing about Discordians: they're all fucking frauds.
That is to say, they're either rubbing mushy bits with frauds (and pretending that it's fulfilling), happily being frauds while wearing their religious party hats (so as to get the free booze), or they are pretensious wankers. Every person that I've ever come across who was proud to be a Discordian was proud almost solely because of whatever it was that they were rejecting and, invariably, their rejection was a focus of how they defined themselves. They all had plenty of reasons for opposing some norm or other; pain, bad relationships, emotional coping mechanisms, not fitting in, being teased as a child whose mother still made them wear shorts in their senior year at school... the list is long and trivial. Needless to say, they all defined themselves as 'counter culture', more by virtue of their oppostion to some cultural norm or other, rather than through any actual possession of even the minutest sliver of culture.
Robert Anton Wilson, whatever you may think of him, at least had one thing right. He respected (and created) Discordians that definied themselves through what they could make/build/do/understand rather than what they chose to oppose. Take Hagbard Celine and Emperor Norton. They weren't about throwing off the trappings of society, they were about adopting all the trappings that they could lay their hands on and screwing the rest of society for everything they could get. And more than that, they understood that you can't screw someone by sticking your middle finger up in the air in front of them. A lass, whom I happen to admire greatly, sent me an email some time ago in which she stated that anyone who wore Chuck Taylor's shoes did so as an expression of rebellion. I'm sorry? Come again?! By wearing the right labels, I can show everyone how much I reject cultural norms? What the fuck?! Oh, my God! Barbeque!
Sure, choose not to play the game. Choose to torment a cabbage. Make yourself feel good by proving to everyone how much they were right when they said that you didn't fit in. I'm the guy in the corner, wearing the suit and tie, drinking the cocktails that aren't on the list. Here's looking at you, hippie.