Hipsterdom is a scornful parody of white poverty culture, arrogantly oblivious to the adversities experienced by white people who actually live in poverty.
‘Why is our generation so proud of being useless pieces of sh*t?’
I didn’t care if John was filling in his beard with eyeshadow and he encouraged me to give in to my love of bright colors and hotpants on a Sunday and tight-fitting silhouettes.
Let’s cut taxes on the rich, because, you know, YOLO!
If I sound like a ravenous, blood-thirsty creature it’s because that’s what happens when you don’t eat meat for a week.
I hate hipsters and their overbearing, tiresome ways. Or at least, I really used to. Let me explain.
Even if it takes two to tango, don’t mistake his exceptional ineptitude as a reflection of your lack of effort.
Ironic isn’t a style.
I’m not allowed to carry a gun in Chicago so I am turning my body into a weapon. I do hundreds of sit-ups every day. Bike two hours a day. Wake up early in the morning and lift weights.