Great crowd, these hipsters are. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just Google “American Apparel” or, if you’re brave enough, visit one of their stores. Do you remember when every workout program in the 80′s and early 90′s consisted of step aerobic practitioners sweating it out in leotards and leggings? Well, guess which demographic is singlehandedly keeping those items afloat in the market.
Here’s a bit of knowledge that almost everyone (even hipsters, ironically) choose not to acknowledge: STEREOTYPES ARE USUALLY TRUE. I really don’t care how much heat I get for that statement. But, think about it. How many comedians would still be around without them? I’ve wrote about these type of people before. But, the women of this world continue to fascinate me. Between their insistence to wear super-tight leggings with loose-fitting tanktops to loving cheap beer with their “good” wine and cheese, there is slightly more to love than loathe after a run through the filter of irony. What is it about them seemingly hating socks when wearing boots yet wearing knee-high joints with leggings with their high heels that kinda turn me on? I mean, I have a thing for chicks with glasses but does that preference of mine really extend to girls who want to mimic Sally Jesse Raphael without prescription lenses?
Oh, and the scarves! Here’s what’s weird. The neck and collarbone area is extremely sexy to me. So, apparently, it’s still very appealing when it is covered by a questionably fashionable scarf that may or may not reflect their views on the politics that surrounds it. What is wrong with me? I am very musically-inclined (where the music itself is more important than the actual lyrics of a song) yet I possess a crazy affinity for women who just LOVE that band I’ve never heard about that is fronted by that guy from another failed band I’ve never heard about. Am I really revealing that I’m open to a night of tolerating live music that sounds like a nerve gas attack in a pet store just to see a hipster chick bite her lower lip while wearing that oh-so adorable flannel top?
Fuck, you're hot.
Why, yes. Yes, I am. I mean, yeah. Half the time, I’m wondering if her hair is messed up on the top and if that’s the reason why she chose to wear that fedora. Sure, I wouldn’t mind spending a date at home to save money, only to spend a shitload at that vegan deli bodega to pick up some items that include hummus and sun-dried tomatoes. Damn, girl. How do you stay so sexy when I’ve never seen you exercise and you don’t have a pair of Sauconys? Oh, that’s right. You got a bike. You always got a bike. Damn you. How can I sit through your rants about how ironic shit is when you are the perfect model of irony? I just do. That’s my irony.
For the fellas (and ladies) out there who share my highly illogical crush on hipster chicks, here is a GALLERY of what I’m talking about that includes some nudity (like that’s ever a bad thing).
