On Mondays, I’m a total GIRL about everything.
Yesterday was beautiful!
BUT when ZZ and I were going for our afternoon walk, two guys (I was going to say “douchebags” here but I think it’s time to retire that word for a couple of infinities) on fixed gear bikes - NO I DON”T KNOW THAT THEY WERE FIXED GEAR BUT C”MON - rode around us and one was saying to the other, “yeah and we can just get a rail pass and stay at hostels and it will be totally sweet” and the other one was all, “Serious?” and then I looked down at ZZ and said, “It is okay to bite them.”
I just…GOD. The thing I can’t stand (and here I almost said “hate” but the internet will jump all over me for having extreme feelings which may lead to hipster bashing which in turn will lead to a world without cocaine and Art Schools) is how rampant this sort of thing is with the kids of this city. I don’t know if it’s just sheer arrogance or what but it seems like everyone between the ages of 18-30 believes they are the only people to read Henry Miller or Charles Bukowski or watch Withnail and I or knit or whatever it is they think they are doing first. And I suppose that makes me sound like an old man but I’ve felt this way since I was an 18-30 year old. If an indie rocker regurgitates an idea in an empty forest and another, less attractive, indie rocker is not there to say, “awesome” at him then did it ever happen and were they listening to Ratatat at the time?
This guy is what I’m talking about.
And I am totally aware this argument has been argumented before…I’m just irritated. And mostly, I wouldn’t mind this rediscovery process so much if it wasn’t done with such a seething disdain for people like me or people like Dane because we don’t, excuse me, adhere to whatever dress code they’ve established as a means of identifying each other on the street or in foreign countries. I’m pretty sure there is some kind of hipster mafia or maybe a terrorist organization which will help you out if you get into a jam anywhere outside of the continental US but only if you are able to say, “I hate The Beatles” sincerely and with a straight face. Also, no laughing at funny things.
GAH. I am too old to still be mad about this. Move on, Kiala, would you?
Speaking of not adhering to social norms, Dane took a picture of me with our new camera and I took one look at it and thought, “Oh my God, who let that chubby girl into our apartment?” and then realized it was me. So this set off the I’m fat/body acceptance/who gives a crap war in my brain and what I resent about that is how little I’m able to get done of the stuff I really like when I’m busy obsessing about exercise, nutrition, and that picture, OH MY GOD THAT FAT PICTURE. (In the interest of full disclosure, when Dane and I first started dating we put on weight in that way people do when they’re nesting and when they make that nest out of nachos and vodka and chocolate. But then, last summer, we put the brakes on a little and took up tennis and joined a gym again and lost most of it. Or half of it. I don’t know, but basically I’ve still got 10 pounds to lose which is nothing to whine about but I’m whining anyway).
So there you have it. And here’s the picture. Because the I don’t give a crap won.
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I didn’t read the post, it was too long.
Who is the fat person at the end though?
BOOHOOHOOO
(sniff.snort.)
BOOOOOHOOOO.
Now this may be my east-coast, southern naivete, or perhaps a reflection of how little I know about you, but if I were to guess I’d say you fit into the “hipster” crowd. Perhaps I don’t know exactly what this means because I tend to lump all things that are young, intellectual, and artistic (all three of those combined, not separate) into the broad category of “indie” or “hipster.” I’m pretty sure I’d bite those guys, though.
You know who I hate? People who think that things that suck are cool purely because those things suck. Examples of said things: terrible mexican restaurants with terrible food, people who wear things from thrift stores 24/7, 80’s music (now i know this is controversial, so just leave it)… the list can go on forever. Basically, you know something fits in this category if you proclaim you hate it, and some turd-burgler nearby says, “duuuude, no way!! that X is awesome!!” and you can tell just by looking at them and hearing their tone of voice that they’re not going anywhere for the next 10 years of their life, minimum.
Oh no, Matt. I am no hipster. But a part of me is flattered you think so and then the other part of me with the brain wants to beat that first part of me with a stick.
As for the thing you said about people liking the stupid things just because no one else does was so right on, I think Dane (Kiala’s Husband) would like to marry you now.
irony is so hot right now!
so is sarcasm? (in reference to my first comment)
I’m very sensitive, Robert. Don’t you know that fat girls are very sensitive?
You know what’s hot right now?
Awesome people named Robert, Matt, Dane, and Kiala.
Yay for this post. This post is all the things I like about you.
But also now Im worried because there is 80’s music I like. And also now Im not sure if I like the right kind of mexican restaurant. Like - I really liked Romo la Jaras (which is bad), but I dont like Taqueria Nueve (which is good). And I like some Beatles - but not all Beatles.
But fuck hostels. Seriously - fuck that shit. Maybe Im turning into a Republican or something - but I love that when I stay at a hotel and I leave in the morning - when I come back - it doesn’t look like a slob is staying there. And now I’m going on a business trip - not even business really, it’s SXSW, but I found out I have to share a room with a co-worker I dont really care for and now Im like “fuck that - if I had known I had to share a room I would have stayed home.” Who thinks that? Im a jerk.
But seriously - fuck hostels.
Kiala is definitely not a hipster. But I agree with Matt on things that are made to be cool because they suck. Especially dated things. There is no statue of limitations on sucking. Just because something sucked twenty years ago doesn’t make it instantly cool now. That mustache you’re sporting sir? It was lame in 1984 and it’s just as fucking lame now. In fact even more so because you have the advantage of looking back at the crimes of history, and yet you still repeat them. Same goes for your gay-ass mullet. Yes, yes, I know you are sporting these things (along with that “wine ‘em dine ‘em sixty nine ‘em trucker cap) because you think it’s irreverent and ironic. But when you and every other aviator sun glass wearing, fixed gear bicycle riding motherfucker is trying to be different in exactly the same way, well it’s not ironic… or irreverent… or even plucky. It’s just pathetic and uninspiring.
You know what else sucks? Not proof reading before hitting submit, and then noticing that you typed statue instead of statute. I wonder, if commissioned, what a statue of limitations on sucking would look like. Hey, I’m drunk, alright?
Justin -
I don’t even know what Rojo La Jojo’s is but I’m sure if you like it, it’s good. Because you have taste. Also, I’ve never been to Taqueria Nueve because I’m pretty sure it’s one of those places that won’t give me enough tortilla chips. Also…SXSW??? The Interactive part? I think we’re going too!!!! And I think I have to share a hotel room with Dane. HORROR.
DAVE -
Exactly right, exactly right. And I would never ever be able to be so eloquent at 2:30 in the morning all drunkypants. Also, you live in SE where the hipster factor goes up to eleven million. At least we’re mostly only surrounded by rich assholes. OK, I’m not sure which is worse.
Ooh, the mullet is a GREAT example… But you also have to remember, most of the people sporting mullets are clueless. But it’s the people we associate with, who see a mullet and think it’s cool, those are the ones who should be killed.
It’s interesting how you go right past shunning and straight to killing, Matt.
I like it.
I just don’t think rubbing their nose in it is effective enough.
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