Hipster Hell

Oh my god. I just glimpsed hell and it was full of puffy vests and too-tight tshirts over beergut bellies. There were shaggy haircuts for boys and mohawks (shaggy, of course) and late bobby brady haircuts for girls. There were belted sweater dresses and trucker hats. There were legwarmers and acid washed jeans. There were belt buckles and logo tees worn with so much irony it actually hurt to be near them. I have glimpsed the San Francisco that lives about 6 blocks down and 6 blocks over from me and it made me pretty nauseated.

I have no love for the hipster. I don't think your blue blocker sunglasses are the epitome of retro. The whole idea of "ugly is cool" is ridiculous. It is one thing to be anti-establishment punk rock chick with a crazy purple mohawk and spikes coming off everything but it is another, totally lame thing to slouch and smoke and wear clothes you found in your neighbors garbage just to outdo the other hipsters living next door to your apartment on Shotwell and 18th. Yer fuckin' lame. And yes, I am judging you and I don't care. It isn't because I think my way is cooler than yours - I have no way at the moment. I just know that your way... your way is totally ripshit retarded.

I loved the people I was out with tonight - Mandie is someone I am so glad to still have in my life and her Jason is just a great addition and is way funny and just a good guy - but if I had to spend one more minute in that bar, I thought I was going to have some sort of violent reaction and break out in converse with holes in them or end up with a can of PBR permanently affixed to my hand. Besides, I am tired and I just wanted to come home.