It has been years since we heard the term "spicers".
Back in the days of mullets, Bebo and lads wearing chinos and Rihanna t-shirts from Penneys, the word spicer was used to describe a typical Dublin lad who was, to put it simply, quite insufferable, but all too common.
Urban Dictionary describes this peculiar sect of 2000s Dublin youth as "a fella from Dublin, known as having Dublin style, has the mullet, wears keds, puts bobbins on his jeans, usually shops in top shop, has one ear pierced, and is usually trying to have hair known as hairbag."
If you needed more clarity on what a spicer actually is, Frankie McNamara, or as he is better known, Meditation for the Anxious Mind, perfectly sums it up.
In the latest entry to his gas Ancient Mysteries Explained series, he describes spicers as "a prominent Irish species in the era of the late 2000s, often found in areas of leisure such as Lucan, Raheny, Swords and sometimes Malahide."
Continuing his in depth exploration of what it means to have been a spicer back in the day, Frankie says: "The Gaelteacht was a spice factory. Parents would drop their kids off only to pick up a spicer three weeks later, with shutter shades on, eyebrows off and a newfound obsession with The Black Eyed Peas.
"The communication tool of the spicer was the hair straightener. They say the smell of burnt spicer hair is enough to invoke traumatic brain injuries in anyone who remembers how it felt to storm out of your parents' house in your curry stained white Adidas Originals jumper because they said they didn't want you to set up a Bebo profile.
"The spicer was the answer to the emos. These two subcultures often fought for dominance, but neither of them ever hit each other because they were cowards."
Frankie goes on to make a series of gas observations about spicers, such as an overpowering smell of Lynx Africa and hanging around in Topman until they were forced to leave.
Frankie has made waves with his hilarious skits and sketches on Instagram and YouTube, poking fun at typical Dublinisms such as chicken fillet rolls, Cúl Camps, communion money, trolleys in the Liffey and different Dublin areas like Crumlin, Malahide, Tallaght and Clontarf.
He previously told Dublin Live: "I couldn't tell you where in Dublin has the worst people because I actually hate at least one person from every single area. There's just so much opportunity for horrible people to exist in different areas."
If you want to check out some of Frankie's gas skits, you can follow him on Instagram at @meditationsfortheanxiousmind.
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