It’s been a hard day’s night and he’s been shopping like a girl.
Sad but true: the city (Liverpool, England) which arguably brought us some of the greatest song writing in history (The Beatles) apparently has its own hipster infestation. Check out this woman’s email and pictures to me; you think she despises attention-starved, punchable, try-hard, mother fucking hipsters? It fucking baffles me how people – especially fully grown adult males – can publicly prance around day after day after fucking day in these fauxhemian costumes as if the average person believes they are some kind of rock star or world-renowned artist. I mean, the saturation in our cities alone of these hipster fucks is a sure sign that they’re all phonies. Do these spoiled sheep really think that us normal people think there are 1000′s of Bowies, Warhols, Jaggers, Dalis, and Hendrixes walking the streets among us? Do they??? Or maybe that’s not it. Maybe they expect us to believe that it’s simply an accident; that they went to sleep clean shaven and in their underwear and woke up with greasy, knotty hair, Smith Bros. Cough Drop beards, Robin Hood shoes, XX Small ironic Salvation Army bin shirts and Sherlock Holmes vests. Yeah, that’s the ticket – none of this is pre-planned douchebaggery. Here are the pictures and her email:
LOVE your site, read it every day. I’m an American but live in the UK and in Liverpool this weekend witnessed the absolute WORST offender of a hipster shitbag I have ever seen in my life. On the train back to St. Helens this asshole was in a VELVET suit, complete with paisley pocket square, hairband, long, greasy-ass insect-ridden strands of filthy hair, a fucking upturned, stylised moustache, jewelry like he was a five year old girl playing fucking pretty-pretty princess, “look at meeeee!” red leather hipster shoes and, naturally, he smelled like a sewer. However, don’t be fooled by the fact that he looks like he hasn’t bathed in weeks because he’s a 90 pound stick of a “starving artist”–he was carrying multiple shopping bags from obscenely expensive retailers like Topman. To top it all off, he stood there, resting on one leg like that, looking at EVERYONE on the train with this holier-than-thou, disdainful, disinterested, smug fucking apathetic look on his disgusting face for fully twenty minutes before getting off the train.
Oh, did I mention that I took this photo at 2pm ON A WEEKDAY?