hipsters you want to hate but can’t because they’re actually awesome people

after my foray into the world of “neglectful blog mother,” i thought now might be a good time to tell you that i just pulled a wild card from the “totally dysfunctional behavior” deck i’ve been playing with all week .  and how am i going to use it?  by Making You Like Me Again.  time for a new game!!!:

 Hipsters You Want To Hate But Can’t Because They’re Actually Awesome

this is jake.  a.k.a. “jakey.” 

yes, v-necks ARE manly – but only if you don’t fill out the bust 

this game was actually born from a conversation jake and i had a few months ago.  the conversation went like this:

d:  are those women’s pants?
j:  are you implying that there’s a rational part of your brain that actually thinks they might not be?
d:  hmm…
j:  i got another severed head added to my Stack Of Severed Head Tattoos up my calf.
d:  i’d ask to see it but i doubt you could pull the bottom of those jeans over a pair of socks, let alone past your knee.
j:  wanna see my bike?  it’s almost done…  
d:  if i didn’t know you i’d want to hit you with my car if i saw you riding down the street.
j:  yeah.  will you buy me a brownie?

this got me thinking – i’d want to run over one of my own best friends.  just because of the color of his hair, the drawings on his skin, his strange dangly earlobes…  i am so closed-minded that i would use a vehicle to harm this beautiful person simply because he is wearing women’s jeans and a sea-foam v-neck.  

there is something very wrong with all of us who think that things like this are hilarious:

that’s not hilarious, ok?  it’s not even funny.  it’s breeding hatred based on such superficiality as a person’s love for tube socks.  i don’t like to be mocked for the things i love.

and one of the things i love is jakey.

jakey, i love you because you dress up like a panda bear and still have a hot girlfriend:

but you ARE drinking bud light and i think a ferret got at the “manly part” of your lady-pants

i appreciate you because you aren’t afraid to ask the question, “what would happen if my bike didn’t have brakes?!”

there is nothing to be mocked about not having brakes

i might not agree that eating another living human being is the right thing to do, but jakey, i won’t judge you for your beliefs.  

yes, the man with the bloody glasses IS my friend.

 

so who wins this game, you’re asking?  and i’ll tell you – but i think you might find yourself a bit surprised by the answer – we all do.

 any time you feel that little flutter of understanding in your chest and swerve to avoid the terrified malnourished pedestrian standing directly in the middle of the footpath god made for you to strike him down on, the world becomes a better place.

any time you choose to give the man on the bike wearing acid-wash jeans the right-of-way and not the “just kidding!  i’m driving again!” right-of-way, a new baby is born with a heart full of acceptance.

this is a freakin’ awesome game.

ps. mom, this is fashion-related, ok?  if you want to lecture me on my content, maybe you should start your own blog. 

 

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