Pour ceux qui l’ignorent, FAS-rencontres en vrai, c’est les personals de Craiglist. En cherchant l’âme-soeur essayant FAS-rencontres, j’ai trouvé cette jeune dame qui capture presque parfaitement et à son insu, l’esprit du cool is class war.
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W seeks M: a recovering hipster/indie kid - 22 (trendy capital
Yes, it’s true.
No I am not recovering from a drug addiction, alcoholism, or being a shopaholic. I am recovering from years of hispter-ism.
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I realized this a couple weeks ago…looking around my trendy Plateau neighbourhood, that I did not want to be defined by my skinny jeans and extensive American Apparel collection.
I am sick of trying to give a shit about the new trendy, electro-synth-80’s inspired bands. I no longer want to think about buying those Matthew-Good style black rimmed glasses. I do not want to fit in at Urban Outfitters, or any other trendy bars/clubs.
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But my addiction to you, oh hipster world, is strong.
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I love the way my skinny jeans rub my legs, and how I have spent hundreds of dollars buying over-priced American Apparel t shirts and sweaters. Oh hipster indie scene, you empty my bank account in a way that soothes my constant hangover. Pabst Blue Ribbon, you have been my close friend…and I feel so cool drinking you it’s like a gift from our proverbial God, which I assume to be that giant cross JUSTICE has.
BUT ALAS
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I cannot do you anymore. I have a problem, or I haz a problem. Oh LOLCATS…at least my addiction to you is pure and simple.
I don’t want to pretend to be vegan. I don’t want to have a trendy haircut or listen to the new raaadddd bands.
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So there.
Hispter indie kids need not apply. I do not want to sit in your apartment and talk about how cool ____________ band is, and drink cheap disgusting Papsmear blue ribbon.
But I DO………..damn you indie hipster scene…..DAMN…YOU
