I stole that phrase. But, it’s appropriate when thinking of my wonderful weekend in North Carolina.
We learned many things on this road trip. And, aside from the fact that Bojangles famous chicken and biscuits are worth punching your baby sister over, I also saw many, many hipsters in Chapel Hill. It is like most “progressive” college towns and just crawling with them.
While DC hipsters are cute and entertaining to see (like those idiots in seersucker suits or some dude with a gay-hawk), I don’t think it really compares to places where you look like a freak without chunky bangs and plastic pearls.
For example, I was at this nice little bar called Fuse, and I think I was discriminated against because I wasn’t a hipster. I stood there wating for a drink in my oh so pedestrian nondescript shirt and non-pouty features to be passed over for every girl in wig or guy in a vintage tee. I wanted to explain to the bartender that it’s actually better to wait on me as I won’t just order PBR, but actually good booze with a good tip. But, the emo music was screeching so I just waited and waited and hoped not to get lice.
Okay, that was mean. The fact is that most of Emo McHipsters I saw were really waify and cute. Not too many seemed THAT unwashed so I could deal.
The rest of my time away was spent hanging out with Jane and friends, seeing the campuses of UNC and Duke as well as enjoying some great NC BBQ.
P.S. Speaking of Emo McHipsters, has anyone seen the preview for Marie Antoinette set to that Gang of Four song?
I mean I LOVE Jason Schwartzman and Sofia Coppola, but modern "trappings" and music?