All it takes is one CMJ event...

to make me realize that I hate hipsters now more than I did in college...yes, I might have the occasional desire to sleep with a drunken, greasy guitar player....but in truth, NY hipporati is just a bunch of fey boys who try to hide the fact that they're all really gay and who latch onto generally ugly girls (I swear to god if I see another belt--I call them "warrior belts..or WWF champion belts--wrapped OVER a t-shirt/top, I'm gonna fucking go insane and don't EVEN get me started on those god awful plastic big bead necklaces aka "anal bead necklaces"). There, I said it. Call me superficial, I don't give a fuck.