"suburban raised poverty larping fanboys" is the best description I've ever fucking heard used to describe these kids. Like, bro, you set a car on fire at a BLM protest a couple years ago but you literally don't even make eye contact with the dude asking for change at the light on Aramingo on the way back to your 1600 dollar studio apartment in Fishtown. Fuckin' crusaders, man. None of us poor folks asked for their help, but they insist on giving it because they lack any semblance of control over their office job.