Hipster Fuck, hipster fuck, everyones a hipster fuck... including me. I'm not that bad with it, but I must admit there are times when I get embarrassed for myself for looking so ridiculous. Sometimes when I see people outfitted in the gear—it looks like they purchased a hipster kit and followed the instructions from beginning to end—I wonder What Were They Like Two Years Ago? I met Natalie at a party. Really nice girl but so affected. I mean when she introduced herself to me she pronounced her name Nha-tha-lee. (Um, you are not from France and your name is spelled just as it should be pronounced.) She was telling stories of hanging in Williamsburg with some indie bands, her hair cut was asymmetrical, every item of clothing had studs on it, and she claimed she skated. The whole time I smiled, but inside I was dying.
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