[PiKA2001]

Originally Posted by VandalSquirrel

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.

Hence why I refer to myself as a former hipster, but the hipster scene has been around since the early 2000's.