Libyans: 1, Hipsters: 0

I am one of those people who annoys every person with a normal internal thermostat by always being "cold". Every morning I step out of the bedroom and shiver adorably, hugging myself like I am a fifteen year old supermodel walking down a sidewalk of Soho (they do this), and then turn on the space heater even though it is blinding sunshine outside, and yes, it's LA.

Real Cold is an abstraction to me. And for the past few days I've been freezing my eyeballs out in Michigan. (WTF, cold? What's your damage?) This is also why I've had a very lame internet presence this week. I haven't had easy access to wifi and just an hour ago I emailed Mark Rivers saying, "I feel like throwing things when wireless is not easily accessible to me. At one point, I got so irritable I would have thrown my tits across the room if I could have. " Yes, I wrote this.

Anyway, the point is. An interesting post is not coming from Michigan. But I'll be back where it's Fake Cold tomorrow, so soon I will regale you with more Tales From Ding-Dongdom. But in the meantime read my friend's blog. A week or two ago my roommate from New York started a blog and it is a real good blog. Her name is Sarah, but I call her The Ho. Not because she is a ho, but because it got whittled down from the original nickname Honey Dijon. (We cribbed it from a flyer for a gay DJ on Ave A. Sue us. It's better suited for her.) Anyway, she is smart and hot and a damn fine blogger. We were inseparable when we lived in our charming apartment "Four Tweezy" in the East Village.

Here was a typical Sunday:

-Wake up and go to brunch at Old Devil Moon
-Leisurely shop the 11th and Ave A flea market
-Leisurely walk to the Soho Sephora later in the afternoon to try on all the make up
-The Ho goes to bartend at night*
-I go to the Ho's bar to sit with her

*If the Ho is not bartending, go to Sweet and Vicious and watch ARE Weapons & Co. act a fool.

Anyway, she just did a genuinely fascinating investigation of Craigslist Job Hunting (READ IT!) and even better stuff is going down in the comments. Like this:

miss clover said...

i would have needed a xanax to handle that greenpoint bar. hipsters stress me out. but people tell me i am one. how is this possible?

i mean, i went and bought a new pair of apple bottoms at the ghetto mall today. or maybe this is the new hipster?

ho, say it ain't so.

forever22 said...

g- i grapple with that myself. seeing as i have only purchased one garment in the past 6 months, i often feel like i am making an ironic fashion choice, by choosing to be wholly unfashionable.

but the fact that we barely manage to hold down jobs despite our expensive educations does put us dangerously close to hipster territory.

so does our consumption of alternative media.

but i think that as long as our professional ineptitude and poor fashion choices are wholly unintentional we are safe from being thrown into the hipster bowl.