never before moving to new york have i encountered so much “hipster” hate.

my question is, who are these hipsters? i can’t help but wonder if they’re talking about me.

i know people who wear big sunglasses and i know people who wear skinny jeans. sometimes i wear skinny jeans *and* big sunglasses and i am definitely known to wear moccasins and have a liberal idealogy. also, i like music and sometimes i like art and i would like to not work a “mainstream” job, but would prefer to work for myself doing something creative that i enjoy. and i live in greenpoint brooklyn. by almost all accounts, i am a hipster who hangs out with a bunch of hipsters. but i don’t believe that my life or way of thinking or dressing is any less “authentic” or real than anyone else’s. and i don’t believe that i am constantly chasing the next big thing or cool place to hang out. in fact, i stay home a lot, am not particularly loud when i *do* go out and perhaps most importantly, i don’t have any money. or an iphone. why is everyone so certain that people who wear skinny jeans are loaded?? and why is it ok to hate people who do have money?

honestly, i don’t really care whether or not my neighbors think i’m a hipster who should be run over or knifed for dressing a certain way or riding a vintage kids’ bike. at least, i don’t really care so long as they continue to not actually attempt to get to know me. if you decide to, you can believe that everyone sucks based on whether or not you like their clothes or where you think they’re from or any other nonsense you invent. if hating is your thing, have at it. but at least be honest in it and don’t try to enshroud your true feelings in a veneer of caring or obvious advice. it’s insincere, which seems counter to the hipster-haters’ own fetishization of the authentic.

it makes me uncomfortable to think that by writing this, i’m just adding to a truly tired discussion about what amounts to a bunch of nothing. and so, on that note:

happy friday!

UPDATE: this is actually kind of funny. AND i have to say that it might be very entertaining to check out the mr. and miss williamsburg pageant tonight. g? k? e? b? n e 1?

tedium! delirium! …yum?

oh! but how boring it must be to read only of my technological shortcomings and misfortunes!
well here, it has been righted. the blog! she exists! thank you so much to jenny and tom for righting my wrongs and charting my course. ahh. all is well.

if you’ve managed to find me here, please note the new address and update your links. for no longer shall these words reside at dearbirthday.com/blog. at least not for now. apologies for not making note of this on the old blog before burning it to the ground. i was just eager to start fresh, you see. i’m sure this is not on par with the new blogging professionalism i’ve been aspiring to, but it is, at least, true to form; a little impulsiveness never….hurt…nevermind.

well i’m sure my blogging trials and tribulations have been an utter bore to read about! here, may i offer you some beets for your troubles?

i spent the day working on a shirt for a friend’s husband (who is also a friend) and will have images of that as well as a sneak peek from the next update batch tomorrow after a run to the dreaded garment district for buttons. i’m over it, by the way, the garment district. if i’m going to take two trains to get anywhere, i’d like to at least be able to find what i’m looking for! ian says that i’m missing out on the charm of new york, always having a list. but you know, sometimes you just want fusible interfacing! is that too much to ask? i think not.

i digress. goodnight!