While I was walking the gym, I passed several very excited Hipsters. They were chain smoking their cloves and one even offered to buy his three hipster friends coffees. Now when Hipsters volunteer to buy things, you know something is amiss. Thinking nothing of it, I continued on my way to the gym, passing the Standard Tap. From an upstairs window I heard, “No, he’s ok.” Looking up, I saw three small boys looking down at me from the upstairs window. On second glance, these 10 year-olds had beards! Hmmm.. carneys maybe? No, no, of course, they were fully-grown hipsters. Between the women’s jeans they were wearing, and the foul stentch of body oder and insense wafting from the window, I knew these were not your everyday poser hipsters. They were super hipsters!

It had to happen. Rants and Raves, where fat little cubicle jockeys and the women who love them go to die, has discovered the hipster phenom. (Be nice to them, they’re obviously not very media-savvy.) So presented here is the unholy roll call of stupid posts from people who hate sex and have no style ó†and in many cases, even less of an understanding of what a hipster is. But on the other hand, they probably do have desk jobs that come with health insurance, and that’s a hell of a lot more than we can say. So here it is. Hope you have some time on your hands this afternoon.
Craigslist: How I Learned To Stop Hipstering And Love The Dong

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 21st, 2005 at 1:11 pm.