Our pal Brittney (not pictured) just moved back to SF after a year or so in New York City. Here’s her first impression of things upon being back:
Your hair is so fucked up, white people in the Mission District. I love it. But your hair is seriously fucked up.
It’s matted and bedheady and wild, but in a super cool way that I could never replicate if I tried. You and your hair don’t give a fuck. You are far too into reading your friend’s new manuscript or teaching your adorable daughter how to play chess.
Walking back from Dolores Park on a windy afternoon, pausing in front of a store window.
Me: How messed up is my hair right now?
Allan: You look GREAT!
Hey Allan, I think Amanda just flipped you off!
Setting the personal hygiene bar lower, one hipster at a time.
“Matted and bedheady” = unkempt and slovenly. The pitch is wide and outside.
San Francisco probably has the most shallow people that fake it by dressing like garbage.
Yeah, and like most of their clothes, they’ve been made in some shoddy place, then imported.
Hipster circle jerk sauce makes excellent styling gel.
THIS is why Danielle Steele left San Francisco and moved to Paris. She couldn’t stand that people in San Francisco dress and groom so slovenly. But hey, I’d rather have them here than here, so works for me!
Oh, come on. Not nearly as bad as the hair of BLACK PEOPLE in PETALUMA.
Yeah, through your racist words back in your faces..
Q: What’s the difference between a hipster and a yuppie?
A: About 10 years