A person who evokes being affected by the recession because it's the 'in' thing to do, especially if they have no real need to. They may even pay more for the privilege of having just the right down-market accessories or habits. (Reference the evolution of the hipster.)
We're going to Mel's Diner tonight. The decor's a little shabby, you know with the recession and all, but they have the most fabulous oysters served in replica sardine tins.
Keira Knightly is such a recessionista -- check out this story about her renting shoes! http://www.starpulse.com/news/index.php/2009/03/25/keira_knightley_saves_money_buy_renting_
A beard grown after being laid off, due to the lack of need to maintain a certain caliber of appearance. Most commonly found during recession, or other forms of economic depression, when jobs are lost en masse. The loss of job makes the unemployedmale down in the dumps, and the laziness makes him less likely to shave.
Tom: I lost my job at the auto plant a few weeks ago.
Bill: So, that would explain that scrappy thing on your jaw.
Tom: Yeah, it's my Recession Beard. Is it really that scrappy?
The kinkiest guy you know. Ddlg, BDSM, anime school girls, you name it. He will literally stick an entire stick of butter up your ass and eat it like chocolate ice cream. He will bite your nipples so hard you'll get war flashbacks, even if you've never been to war. He'll cum in yogurt and feed it to your grandma. He doesn't give a fuck.
A major economic contraction which began in 2008. The Great Recession featured the collapse or nationalization of many banks and investment houses. Characterized by a torrent of panicky headlines from the bloodthirsty vultures in America's piss-yellow newsrooms, who tried their damnedest to make us all believe that this was the worst it's been "since the Great Depression."
The Great Recession was the best opportunity yet to rob the public purse in order to bail out the rich-ass hedge fund managers and their golfing buddies.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."