A member of a longstanding elite fraternity, harboring resentment against the lower classes. This resentment has festered into a deep-seeded melancholy, often manifested publicly by a propensity towards collar-popping, a subconscious externalized demonstration of a yearning to be wearing a vampire cape.
Frat Goth styles are becoming increasingly popular. Companies like Revenant, Froth, and Ghoul are capitalizing off new Frat Goth markets, combining classic conservative elegance with the despair of American economic instability.
1.An uninspired, dull, or derivative artwork; one that does shame to the very concept of art. Music can often be an artfuck, something that tries all too hard to be "dark" or "brtual" and ends up just insulting the genre it's imitating.
See: pop goth, trendcore, pop punk, nu metal
2.Title of a Virgin Prunes album, "Artfuck: a Compilation of Rarities"
30 Seconds to Mars' latest album is SUCH an artfuck! It comes off like a dark, surreal concept album written by a bunch of drunken frat boys!
You know those weird gothic kids who hang out at places like Waffle House, IHOP, and Denny's in the wee hours of the morning? That's exactly what I'm talking about. See, a friend and I recently discovered exactly WHY goths are so attracted to these places.
"WAFFLES. THEY'RE SO FUCKING SPOOKY. Why didn't I see it before?! I mean, have you ever looked at one of those mofos? Pure. Anguish. Their brief lives are pain. They've been simmered in a hot pan or iron quite possibly burnt, only to be consumed by the consumer MACHINE, yo."
Waffles are therefore obviously a symbol of gothic culture.
Frat guy 1: "Hey man, last night was awesome! I need to get some coffee before I try to go to class. Maybe some breakfast, too. Denny's is still open, right?"
Frat guy 2: "Nah, man, that place is full of waffle goths, let's go to Bob Evans."
A frat boy in black clothes who hosts the questionable show "Ghost Adventures." He's a wannabe who tries to be all dark and "goth" when he is just an ex wedding photographer who is in it for the money. Ghosts, what ghosts? Oh, that's a paycheck. Nevermind.
Also in the Douche Bagans collective are the fat, pimply chicks who have never been laid and will do anything to get with him or simply have him "retweet" them on Twitter.
Zak Bagans: Come out you pansy ass ghost! Let me show you what I've got!
Girl viewer at home: Ohhh I just love it when he plays rough with those restless spirits!
Me: This is fake as hell