The below happened months ago, but I thought of it when someone on my feed made a super hipster comment about having coffee while the sun is out (coupled with an instagram photo of some fucking palm trees on Sunset Blvd. in Silverlake or some shit). Anyway, when I encounter something I don’t particularly like, or that strikes me a really stupid, I either keep my mouth shut or make fun of it. I usually resort to the latter.
Hey look, it’s me.
Yeah, I know it’s graffiti, and I hate graffiti, but I enjoyed this little guy. He was tagged on the parking lot where my car lives while I’m at work. It is a little hipster though…
It’s almost October (the best month), which means it’s almost Halloween (the best holiday)! I’m pretty excited. I’m hosting a pumpkin carving and game night at my place, the house where I’m living in sin with Boyfriend (it’s been awesome so far). Speaking of whom, Boyfriend never dresses up for Halloween. What a jerk. Honestly. So this year I thought of a great costume idea for him, and he’s on board! He’s going to be a hipster.
We live in Silverlake, and we go to this great pho place nearby that’s like hipster flypaper. It’s really fun to people-watch. So he’s gonna wear his tightest pants, a loose v-neck shirt, pointless large-rimmed glasses, and one of my scarves. I’m going to draw some ironic wolf/YOLO tattos on his arms, and maybe a feather on his neck or behind his ear. Should be an easy, hilarious costume that he’ll be comfortable in, and our friends will enjoy. He’ll probably change out of half of it before the end of the night, but who cares! It’s still progress.
Meanwhile, I’ll be dressing as a lady!! I’m wearing my Renaissance Faire costume, which I love, and I bet my Ren Faire buddies will wear theirs, too. I’m wearing it to work too, and if my boss doesn’t like it she can just suck it. Halloween is for dressing up. So there.
It’s a harsh truth that, as complex as people are, just one or two pertinent questions usually tells us all we care to know about a person. This is true at any age, though the questions change from elementary school to our mid-20s in the following pattern: visual aesthetic, intelligence, personality type, and personal ambition and economic status.
Mid-20s: What are you up to?
Also known as, “Are you currently employed?” this question determines if you’re a self-motivated go-getter and are therefore worth continuing to talk to, or if you’re just some jerk who bounces from job to job, complaining until you inevitably quit.
Where are you living?
In LA, there are only so many places we 20-somethings can afford to live:
Hollywood: I’m fucking poor, but I love the night life (but if you know of something opening up on the Westside, please let me know).
Silverlake: I ride my one-speed to art shows whenever my tight pants permit. I eat pho and anything soy based; if it’s not organic, it’s murder.
Westside: I’d rather pay more rent and have gorgeous weather than save $150/mo to get mugged on my five-block walk from my car to my tiny apartment in K-town.
Culver City: I found that one affordable apartment near downtown Culver. My friends are jealous.
College: What’s your major?
If your answer is Business or Communications, it’s like saying “I don’t know what interests me because I’m too lazy or too thick to be self-reflective,” or “My parents still control my life.” Every other major is awesome in comparison to these conversation killers.
Are you rushing?
This is a question for freshmen, and a contentious one for some. From my perspective:
Yes– You’re as lost as I am, but not confident enough to try this “college” thing out before attaching yourself to a group of people who look just like you.
Nah– I approve.
No way– What are you doing for lunch? Let’s be friends.
Are you taking any APs this year?
If you weren’t in at least one AP class, you were one of those kids. My friends were smart, and we had egos to match. I’m not proud of it, but intellectual prowess was (and still kinda is) like a currency to buy the approval of our peers.
Elementary school: What’s your favorite color?
I wish we could still ask people this. It would be so telling.
Blue– not creative enough to think of another color
Green– one step up from blue, you decided you like plants (hippy)
Yellow– I can bully you later
Purple– you like dumb stuff like unicorns, and you’re nice to everyone
Black– the coolest person you know is your older (teenage) sibling
Brown– liar, no one likes brown more than blue
Orange– we should be friends
Red– you’re going to disrupt class later (it’s gonna be awesome)
The move is almost done! We’ve unpacked just about everything, moved in the fridge from my folks’ garage, and have entered the Where should we put the furniture portion of this marathon. Gotta get rid of all the cardboard boxes in the meantime but we’re so close! There’s a list of issues with the apartment that’s grown to roughly the length of my leg. I’m putting in a work order today.
But enough about the fucking move! It’s all I think about, and I’m exhausted by it. Let’s have some fun.
I found this small collection of hipster dinosaurs a while back, and just rediscovered it. Too funny 🙂