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On the one hand, I don't want to listen to some asshole's shitty music on the train. Contrary to what you see in the movies, brown people don't all like loud obnoxious dance music, reggaeton, rap, and bachata.
On the other hand, there is nothing more delicious than the angry face of an effete latte sipping white liberal transplant as it clutches its Trader Joes bag and wrestles with "am I racist??!?" thoughts. My delight is only compounded when boom box kid saunters over to beg for money and warby parker boy puts on the appeasement face, sweating bullets as he hopes boom box kid didn't notice his disapproval.
Overall, I'd have to say I like speakers more than I dislike them. It's like a form of chemo in a way.
