Hi. My name is J. I used to be a hipster. I used to buy ironic tee-shirts at thrift shops and smoke Parliament Lights. I had uber-short bangs and I drank PBR. Hey, I even have a star tattoo. Now, if that's not hipster cred, I don't know what is.
So one day, I turned 30, got married, had a kid... you get the picture. I turned uncool, but I must say, not reluctantly. And I still like to engage in that most hipster of hipster activities, though: laughing at other hipsters. And I live in Ground Zero for that activity, somewhere along the Blue Line in Chicago.
Please join me in laughing at hipsters. Send in your most ironic pictures. Send me your rants about the hipper-than thou. Or just check back to make sure you don't end up on this page somewhere.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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