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Originally Posted by PiKA2001
Then I guess you're more hippy, or potentially a lesbian. Do you prefer Birks or Crocs? I'm sorry about your hometown but groups/people/disasters coming in and defiling San Fran seems to be a common theme in that city's history.
Don't get me started on Portland, OR. The people originally from there are pretty cool, normal people, it's all of the hipster transplants that suck. It's like they try too hard to be more hip than the average hipster. It's a good thing that Williamsburg, Echo Park, Austin, Seattle, etc just wasn't cool enough for them. They can keep PDX and that really shitty weather.
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I'm definitely not a hippy since I not only enjoy eating meat, I also like killing it myself. I'm not a lesbian, but I know I intimidate men with my butch realness paired with a softer fierce femme. I'd like to think that I have many facets and like certain things in life, I'm an acquired taste for a cultivated palate.
Today the look went as follows: hair and face done, pearls and heels, an apron worthy of Mad Men costume department; all worn while using power tools in my garage to put up rails for home organization I made two batches of homemade frozen yogurt and sorbet, hemmed my Roman shades, then went to work and was all kinds of executive realness.
How very dare you, Birkenstocks or Crocs, I don't even wear Tevas for rafting once I found Keen sandals. Socks with sandals make me want to throw up, and the the closest I come to hipster shoes is low top Converse or select Danskos.
ETA: I don't think we were hipsters, I think we're older and actually just Gen X inclined as hipsters are early to mid twenties and that isn't us.