Oh New York grownups, you're so silly!
This New York Magazine article about late 30s and 40-something wannabe hipsters made me laugh. Don't they know how LAME-O everyone who's actually young and cool think they look in their designer rippy jeans and fake-o vintage tshirts? Who are they rebelling against, themselves?? Those dorks. (Sorry if you're reading this and you're late 30s and you've got a messenger bag and you're trying to raise your kids to like the Decemerists and the YYYs, but you should read this article too. At least have a laugh at yourself with us.)
STOP DE-EVOLVING. Your regression makes me feel gross. Like I am being molested.
Ugh. This is still making me furious inside. Don't you people relieze your children are going to grow up to be fascists just to spite you?
Grup is the sound I make when I think about becoming this and throw up on myself.
Dude. I'm nearly thirty. You're getting there. I think there's a pretty good chance we'll bear some resemblance to the people described in this article.
P.S. I mean, for God sakes, man, what are you wearing? And you animate *vegetables* for crying out loud. About how a *salad* gets *born*. You're, like, the indiest motherfucking professional I know. AND you're a freelancer! Are you scared of the truth?
This phemonenon may be prevalent in NYC, but here, I swear the folks I know who kinda fit into this category are either the 50 year old, leather jacket wearing, long grey hair combed across a balding scalp dudes who frequent the garage-rock shows at the Abbey Lounge or the (largely dudes) i know who are in the mid thirties who are unmarried and have no kids and still hit the clubs and have nothing but friends who were born when they were in middle school.
But then again, they say Boston is 3 years behind NYC. Perhaps it's on it's way. All I know is that I've already begun to question all that shit. I mean, I have one poster up on my wall and have largely moved on to framed prints cause when I look at posters it makes me feel totally immature at age 26.
Dude! We're totally not in the "don't trust anyone over 30" era anymore!
I think this phenomenon was inevitable... I mean, what is a "rite of passage" into "adulthood" in this country anyway? ...Financial independence?
As someone who honestly wears bad clothes and lives like a slob, these people embarrass me. I wear sweatpants every day and I rue the day that they suddenly become fashionable for hipsters.