I went to college with a whole bunch of meatheads and guidos. Jersey Shore was huuuuge - bigger than Ronnie huge - and it was considered cool to drive a bright yellow hummer, purchased with daddy's wall street money, and to wear too-tight Ed Hardy shirts. I despised every moment of this blowout trend. But there was something charming about it, something endearing. It was like watching a lost puppy running around peeing on and humping everything.
There was one particular guy in college who made Rob Gronkowski look like a Rhodes Scholar. I think he spend every bit of his father's allowance on protein powder, ripped jeans, and everclear.