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.
September 28th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
haha, i love that. what is your hipster’s name?
October 14th, 2009 at 9:52 pm
this was posted a month ago, and i like how nobody has commented on how witty this is.
i lold. you go, glen coco!
November 14th, 2009 at 7:13 pm
I dig it.
January 6th, 2010 at 5:42 pm
hipsters are an irritant period.