Hipsters and their skinny jeans, hipsters and their bad mustaches, hipsters and their trust funds and cute "accessories" and other things that make me jealous, bitch, bitch, bitch.
I actually don't spend a lot of time thinking about hipsters, except for when they've completed their meticulously casual looks by leaving an (artsy!) bandanna dangling from their back pockets, unwittingly flagging who-knows-which particular perv.
Witnessing a bored-strut parade of tattooed, hipless sourpusses—sourpi?—with flawless vintage ensembles is so much more entertaining when they're also advertising things like "take a dump on my chest" or "I want to lick your armpits" (see: magenta).
As for the code itself, leave it to the gays to come up with a system in which one must distinguish between "gray" and "charcoal"; mauve, chamois, and kelly green.
Also, apparently Paul Bunyan is into fisting, and at some point during the seventies everyone in the village was walking around with a doily hanging out of his pocket.
"An actual doily."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handkerchief_code
I actually don't spend a lot of time thinking about hipsters, except for when they've completed their meticulously casual looks by leaving an (artsy!) bandanna dangling from their back pockets, unwittingly flagging who-knows-which particular perv.
Witnessing a bored-strut parade of tattooed, hipless sourpusses—sourpi?—with flawless vintage ensembles is so much more entertaining when they're also advertising things like "take a dump on my chest" or "I want to lick your armpits" (see: magenta).
As for the code itself, leave it to the gays to come up with a system in which one must distinguish between "gray" and "charcoal"; mauve, chamois, and kelly green.
Also, apparently Paul Bunyan is into fisting, and at some point during the seventies everyone in the village was walking around with a doily hanging out of his pocket.
"An actual doily."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handkerchief_code
