Over at Vice, John Saward has a scathing portrait of that American young man known as the “bro”. The writing is vulgar, but then, so is the subject matter.

He is in San Juan or Key West or Señor Frog’s or some cookie-cutter debauchery enclave. He is going to the Groove Cruise and to Holy Ship!, literally exceeding the domestic capacity for his bro requirements. He needs another country to sustain his biological need to be awful.