Each poem that Catullus writes seems to bring out something new about his personality. This one was, by far, showing a more hostile side of himself. He mocks a girl, who isn't even named, to be nothing compared to his beloved Lesbia. He even goes so far as to declare his generation to be tasteless and boorish. He throws out any description that sounds unpleasant (the strangest would have to be her lack of a dry mouth) and makes her seem as unappealing as possible.
Lesbia is like a goddess to him, so comparing her to some nobody wannabe brought out the worst in Catullus.
Haiku for this Poem :)
Oh this tasteless age,
thinking this girl is pretty;
Lesbia's better.
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