A constructive alternative to looking at punk as a community is to see it as a family. Think about Thanksgiving (unless you're an anarchist). When grandpa is grumpy, dismissive, and archly conservative, everyone thinks he's a dick and wonders when he's going to finishing dying already. When grandma is filled with great stories and wise insights, everyone loves the old bird and they make real tears when she croaks. Likewise, when junior is an arrogant and dismissive little snot, everyone wants him to choke on a wishbone or at least grow the fuck up and get over himself. But when junior brings youthful vigor and enthusiasm for life to the table, the entire family feeds off his or her ebullient qualities. For my part in the family, I'm just glad I had a vasectomy all those years ago.