Paul Klinke // September 10, 2009

Like many of you, I have a pet hipster, and nothing irritates me more then when my hipster gets out of line. I can’t stand that shit! Hipsters need to know their place and that is that. If I need help ripping up my jeans in a cool way or not eating until I look like a witch on heroin, I’ll ask my hipster for help. But if I need help paying my bills, filling out a job application, or setting realistic goals for my future, my hipster needs to shove off because they are out of line.

I don’t believe in hitting my hipster but I do believe that negative reinforcement has its place. When my hipster gets out of line I simply pull a very small table up to a wall and make it sit and think of cool ways to make expensive camera’s photos look like poloroids from the seventies. If they get stuck, I simply mention lens flares and they drift slowly back into a deep wall-stare.