I am a native New Yorker, and to be more specific, a native of the Bronx. I am proud of my roots, and let me be the first to say that if any of this hipster scum made its way to My Fair Borough, I will be at Bainbridge and Two-Fourth with a two-by-four, ready to bust heads.
Because we're like that in the Bronx.
This video comes via a very funny blog, Diehipster.com, which was put together by Brooklynites fed up with the invasion of hipsters into Their Fair Borough. I don't blame them. If you worry about los cholos moving into your backyard, por favor, I can take them more than I can the lily-white Josh or Belinda sailing in from Podunk, Iowa to become the next great mixed media artist supported by Mom and Pop.
Oh, call me bitter because I'm 50, but I know what I'm talking about. I got a teenager and if she thinks she's getting financed for this lifestyle, she'd had better learn to make a mocha frappalatte because she's is going to have to work. The good news is that chances are my daughter won't since she's hoping for some sort of teen internship at The Body Farm.
Anyway, watch this video and ask yourself, why would a grown man call himself "Hummus?" "Tabouli," sure, maybe you could pass yourself off as some albino Arab, but . . .
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