Of course, it goes without saying, that all your political ideas will be recycled punk lyrics. Anarchy to you will mean your dad giving you even more money, while not telling you what to do, i.e. not complaining about the fact that you're 24, yet you smell of dogshit, and have glow in the dark hair. You will constantly complain about being poor. I mean, after all you're wearing rags. You probably own a car.
Daddy pays for that too.
But you won't drive it anywhere. Because the whole point of the way you dress is to pretend that you live on the streets. Because not only is being poor cool, it's also very anarchist. You must own a pet rat, with a pink ribbon tied around its neck. You can then snigger about how it no longer is the world's largest rat-free landmass.