Zany Foods for Quirky People!

Hipsters: they’ve given us artisanal salt water taffy and popcorn. They’ve given us $10.00 chocolate bars laced with red beard hairs. They’ve driven the price of coffee up on average about 400%. They grill watermelon. They plant kale and beets on toxic rooftops. They make urban, locally sourced, sustainable blah blah blah honey while unleashing horrific swarms of bees this city has never seen before. Now may I introduce to you: Mini-Twix bars wrapped in prosciutto.

I guess when you have nothing else to do all day but tote around a Macbook from cafe to cafe. Or longboard and bicycle up and down the avenue. Or make disastrous art. Or watch your beard grow – you have plenty of time to invent kooky and zany snacks to impress your fellow transplants. And if you’re on the receiving end and will be eating these snacks after a long and strenuous day of leisure – you can rave and pretend to be a foodie as you munch on these pretentious little gems and then blog, Instagram, Yelp, Facebook and Tweet about it.

It must be hard filling all these news sites and media blogs with real news; so things like Twix wrapped in deli meat get featured. Just read the description this fucking Brooklyn Paper reporter gives of this hipster concoction; there is simply nothing you can say about this not-so-whimsical and retarded food pairing - so he says:

….bar co-owner Jake Trebach retrieves an individually-wrapped chilled mini-Twix bar and strips away the plastic outer sheathing to reveal the delicate brown morsel within. He then takes a thin cut of salted and seasoned pork flesh, purchased from Blue Apron Foods on the corner of Seventh Avenue and Union Street, and carefully winds it tight around the chocolate. Finally, he impales the creation with a toothpick, and balances it on a rocks glass.

I mean honestly. What would be the difference if the paper wrote an article titled: 7 year old girl drops cookie in lemonade; causes sensation! Then the reporter would say something like “the acidity and tartness of the hand-crafted lemonade paired with the velvety chocolate and the texture of the cookie dough causes a unique one of a kind sensation rippling through your taste buds”.

Am I right or am I right? What’s the difference between my fictional story and Twix one?

Damn, I hate these people. Get the fuck out of Brooklyn.

Link: BrooklynPaper.com – Twix wrapped in prosciutto!

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231 Responses to Zany Foods for Quirky People!

  1. The Pontificator says:

    “Get the fuck out of Brooklyn.”

    And everywhere else. Fucking twatwaffles.

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  2. MD Burbs says:

    I’m sorry, you’d have to be VERY drunk to eat something that looks like a rat’s afterbirth with a turd in the middle and that was finally killed with a toothpick through its heart. And “one, $3; two, $5″ – that’s adding insult to injury, even if they’re paying the patrons to eat them. God that’s disgusting! Take it back to the slaughterhouses of Sioux City.

  3. orion says:

    modern day kerouacs, inspirational

    http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/207252725/a-tour-of-sorts

    note – they actually raised the money. i wonder how much of that came from their parents though.

  4. rott635 says:

    Brothers, hold on! Before you preach your hate, consider what this means! Between overpriced ass-coffee, over-priced ass-chocolate from the mast bros, and PBR pisswater, this provides incontrovertible evidence that these poor souls were born without tastebuds. They have an actual disability!

    We must not hate these hipsters, but pity them! Perhaps this concerted bullshitting and waxing prose upon shit they don’t understand is part of a deeply-ingrained bitterness over LITERALLY not being able to taste the sweeter things in life!

    • I think you’re onto something there. I suspect years of Ritalin and Adderall might have something to do with it. You definitely need to be brain-damaged to find any of their stuff artistic.

      • FaceTheFacts says:

        I think you nailed it with the meds. Now that I think about it, the link between hiptardism and these drugs can’t be denied. It makes too much sense. The parents of these kids are the types who forsook any kind of conventional wisdom when it came to child rearing. I guess it was easier to dope the kids up than to do some actual parenting. Josh, Meghan and Hummus is the result.

        • sledgehammer says:

          The parents are doped up themselves. Their mentality is “have a problem, take a pill and check out”. So they see nothing wrong with starting their kids on Adderall at age 7.

          There definately is a correlation between Adderall, ADHD and hipsters.

  5. FaceTheFacts says:

    “the acidity and tartness of the hand-crafted lemonade paired with the velvety chocolate and the texture of the cookie dough causes a unique one of a kind sensation rippling through your taste buds”.

    LOLOLOLOL!!!! That’s EXACTLY something a hipTURD would write.

  6. Pud says:

    wtf man. what is this shit? how can anybody write something like that and take themselves seriously

    • Leroy Jenkem II says:

      This is why I tell anyone considering going into journalism these days to take the money to be spent on a degree and run it through a wood chipper. Then, if they’re still serious, to make friends with a $2-a-day hooker and study the details on giving really good rim jobs and Cleveland steamers. This will distinguish them, by dint of their expertise, from the apprentice dog felchers who dare call themselves “writers” at weekly newspapers and entertainment blogs across the country. (I also tell them that the best thing they can do, if they have any self-worth at all, is either to get a real job or play Russian roulette with an automatic. It’s no surprise that they never take that advice, because most of the losers going for journalism these days do so because a real job is the last thing they could handle doing. You might as well ask them to quit masturbating in print about how much they love Star Wars.)

  7. Franny says:

    I wish these idiotic posers would just go back to Catatonia, Idaho or wherever the hell they come from. Apple should sue them for degrading the brand because when hipsters are associated with anything, it becomes poison to normal people. Keep up the good work DH and let’s have more Hipster Beatings! They are such UGLY people with their pubic hair red beard, filthy wooly hats and those disgusting, disfiguring tattoos. Yuk. They smell so bad too. There is nothing less appealing than hairy Q-tip arms and legs covered with smelly hair and tattoos. Such effeminate, emasculated dickheads. Real New Yorkers are Real Men and women, not these ugly, repulsive hairy, tattooed freaks.

    • navyyardmama says:

      It’s so disgusting! they are noodle armed and so friggin ugly..and yea they smell disgusting and act like they are god’s gift, it’s really friggin stupid. where’s my REAL new york men and women??? you know who you are! time to take over and push these idiots outta here…

  8. Dude says:

    Holy shit that does it. They manage to make a fucking Twix bar wrapped in prosciutto sound like some artisanal hand-crafted bullshit??? That sounds like something people experiment with in fucking dorm rooms. Any douchebag could do that…plus who the fuck wouldn’t just buy a fucking Twix for $1

  9. Cuddle Party Boner Rampage says:

    They don’t come much zanier than this.

    lf you love transgressive “performance art” as much as I do (and who doesn’t?) — then you’ll love this fuckstick:

    http://www.dnainfo.com/new-york/20120705/upper-east-side/hamburglar-artist-throws-gnawed-cheeseburgers-at-people-from-bike

    “Hill said he didn’t want to do the project in Harlem, where he lives, because he felt throwing burgers in a lower-income neighborhood would have different connotations than doing it on the Upper East Side, which is home to among New York City’s wealthiest zip codes.”

    The “connotaion” being, that if he tried pulling that shit in Harlem, he’d have his weedy ass curb-stomped, like chop-chop.

    “He also didn’t want to do the project in Brooklyn, where he said he had his biggest audience from previous pieces.”

    Huh. Really?

    • Cuddle Party Boner Rampage says:

      • FaceTheFacts says:

        I’m praying this POS hits the wrong person gets hospitalized as a result.

      • BrooklynBrawler says:

        Are you fucking kidding me? I would choke the shit out of this faggot in a heartbeat.

        • navyyardmama says:

          He chooses his ‘targets’..meaning he’s scared shitless of hitting the wrong person. I’d throw a tire iron at this assclowns head.

          • rott635 says:

            Isn’t that what a bully does? Choose his targets? I mean, I’d imagine the thought process would be similar:

            “If this person got angry and tried to beat me up, could I take him?” If yes, chuck burger. If no, wait til someone smaller comes along.

            • Leroy Jenkem says:

              Close. He’s specifically picking targets that don’t have the time to give him the ass-beating he’s so desperately begging to get. That’s why he won’t do this in Harlem, or anywhere else where his targets have nothing to lose by ripping his head off, shitting down his neck, and wiping their asses with his hair.

              • rott635 says:

                I’m hard-pressed to imagine just how busy I’d have to be not to have the time to punch a guy in the nose.

                • FaceTheFacts says:

                  To be honest, I wouldn’t have such a strong desire to choke this guy if he stuck to the “White Ambassador” thing where he was challenging the false notion that blacks can’t be racist. At least then, he was actually putting himself at risk.

    • That’s Nate Hill, formerly “Nate the Dolphin” who used to give “bouncy rides” (you could sit on his lap and he’s bounce you up and down like a baby) on the subway. He was featured on this site before (might have been the old site). He used to go round delivering fake pills in that costume and the cops and locals were really pissed off with him.
      Unfortunately, since real drugs weren’t involved, they couldn’t do anything.

      That was almost 5 years ago now so guess how much money this artist has invested in his career.

      I bet Mr and Mrs Hill of Buttfuck Wisconsin are so proud of their son.

      • Cuddle Party Boner Rampage says:

        Huh. So this cunt has an established track record of being an assclown. I didn’t know that, but I’m not surprised.

        I found this:

        Speaking as someone who was once cornered in a detached garage by a black bear cub and mama bear (this was in West Vancouver, BC, not NYC, LOL!), and I’ve had other spooky run-ins with bears — I’m a little jumpy around Yogi, and have equipped myself accordingly.

        I can just imagine him knocking on my door, me answering in my boxers with a bad hangover: say hello to a 12 ga.. rifled slug from Mr. Mossberg or getting hosed down from a 3 lb. canister of bear spray.

        Now that would be transgressive.

        What planet are these idiots living on?

        • FUWI says:

          I’d be a lot more concerned if the slug came from a guy with a Krieghoff because it would mean he had the resources to have hired guns, and several thousand lbs, not rounds, of ammo available.

          You think these hiptards would know the fuck I’m talking about?

          Pffft!! They’re little girls aping as grown men and can only do that because Uncle Google is ever at their fingertips.

      • Cuddle Party Boner Rampage says:

        Also, he’s obviously a “furry”.

      • navyyardmama says:

        there’s something not quite right about a guy in a fuzzy outfit bouncing people on his lap. I smell a perv

    • MD Burbs says:

      “He’s planning to perform the piece twice a week on the Upper East Side, until he’s recognized.” Uh-huh, for littering, and assault and battery if anyone gets hit with one of those shit-Frisbees. Fscking moron.

    • Mohawk Vellum says:

      LOL. He would get his ass kicked so bad in Harlem. I would sort of like to see it.

  10. antihipsterAZ says:

    (hipster beating to follow. . . Ahem.)

    At a BBQ a few months back, some hipster piece of shit offered me a “flavor bang.” He had jammed a Slim-Jim into the middle of a hollowed out hot dog. Then named it something retarded. So I slammed his head down on his fair-trade charcoal burning, artisinal, hand crafted watermelon grill, and proceded jam the rest of his creations into his ear with a meat tenderizer, until his head burst like a fucking pinata. End of story.

  11. The Giant says:

    Prosciutto and Twix… Somewhere an Italian – that is, me – is crying.

  12. SwampYankee says:

    Here is a dad doing the right thing and taking down his son for trying to be a Blipster and wear skinny jeans. “I know your nuts hurt!” “Now go upstairs and change your pants!”
    http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhMADM0M078cCAm7Us

  13. MD Burbs says:

    Well, we got rid of one:
    http://jalopnik.com/5922103/help-this-new-community-writer-find-the-right-car
    “A new writer for the internet-darling show Community has found himself transplanted from New York to Los Angeles. He needs a car…” Anybody in the LA branch have a POS, er, quirky classic they want to unload?

  14. Bitterchick says:

    And you know this whole article was written by a transplant piece of shit. No Brooklynite calls it “lunch meat”. That’s a midwest thing. It’s “cold cuts” asshole. And prosciutto doesn’t even fall under that category. BTW…greetings from the Jersey Shore! My name is Bitterchick and I have been 6 days hiptard free!

    • He is a transplant POS who hates real New Yorkers while pretending to preserve the city’s ‘diversity’.
      http://shoeleathermagazine.com/2009/contributors.shtml

      • BrooklynBrawler says:

        He went to one of the most expensive schools in the country and studied…wait for it…journalism. Not dissing journalists, but there’s no way blogging about twix can pay off those loans unless mom and dad paid for it (LIKELY). And if they didn’t, he’s on Wall St holding up a sign about how ‘broke’ he is because his pay is so unfair.

        I’ll shove tookpicks right through that fuckers eyes and make artisan doucheballs.

        • Leroy Jenkem says:

          I’ve been hearing some rather disturbing rumors from people who used to be in journalism, that your assessment is correct. Increasingly, newspapers and magazines are going with shitheels like these, because they’re perfectly happy to be paid in exposure. More often than not, they’re replacing writers who quit (or they were forced out) because those writers couldn’t pay the ER or the landlord with exposure and were vocal about it. Meanwhile, these gimps are able to grunt out vowel movements like these all day long, because it’s not like they have to worry about getting paid by a venue that suddenly changes its payment schedule to “when we damn well feel like it.” Mom and Dad are covering the bills, so the check when it finally arrives just means more partying money.

      • sledgehammer says:

        Here’s another one from that site:
        Jennifer Monteagudo spent eight months interviewing radicals, attending bike rides, and chopping food with New York City’s anarchists. The story idea struck her after a stint in the Kreuzberg neighborhood of Berlin, where anarchists squat buildings and run petting zoos. Her features, opinions, and music reviews have been published in GO Magazine, 9479.net, Superficialgallery.com, and the College Music Journal. With two degrees from NYU in journalism and politics, a minor in creative writing, and an A.A. in English, she hopes to one day be paid.

        Yeah, uh huh, another one. Radicals, bikes rides, anarchists, Berlin, hopes to be paid some day. How unique and whimsical. Sounds like some hard-hitting investigative reporting. How did we ever live without her opinions and music reviews?

        • The story idea struck her after a stint in the Kreuzberg neighborhood of Berlin, where anarchists squat buildings and run petting zoos
          Or, put another way, activities in Berlin which soon won’t be practiced anymore as the hipsters put the rents up and drive the genuinely interesting people out.
          Just for comparison:

          Berlin 1982:

          Berlin 2012
          http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-18735335

          • FUWI says:

            Good gods…

            Everybody’s climbing over each other just to be heard.

            It used to be that people had the humility to understand that they belonged in the audience for a reason: they didn’t have the talent and the drive and the probability of obscurity and poverty that going into ‘the Arts’ had as a real risk.

            Nobody would embarrass THEMSELVES or the people they were with by hijacking and humping a mic in front of total strangers. Not without being explicitly drunk.

            Now people make some crappy video vlog to post to YT and ACTUALLY ROLL CREDITS, e.g.

            The value of Art and its decline is almost terrifying.
            But not to hipsters.

  15. BrooklynBrawler says:

    Let them keep wrapping bacon around shit and smoke American Spirits. Maybe their heart disease will be artisinal too. I’ve noticed a lot of these fuckers are getting fat. Maybe the newer transplants are skinny, but the scum that came in the 90′s have been brunching for 20 years and it shows.

    • FaceTheFacts says:

      Given their exercise habits (or lack thereof) and their affinity for cocaine, a lot of them will either be dropping dead from their shitty health, or lining the pockets of medical professionals with daddy’s trust fund money.

    • Barone Sanitation says:

      If these fuckstains are so healthy why the hell are they SMOKING TOBACCO instead of vaping on an e-cig. I don’t get it. cigarettes are how much a pack? I got one of these things and I’ve been smoke-free 3 years. It literally costs me about 100 bux a year now to “smoke.” Got me one of the big “cigars” that produce pure satisfaction with plenty of fake vape “smoke” to blow around.

      • FUWI says:

        Probably because Hypocrisy is one of their other part-time ‘gigs’.

        These pork junkies – and I like bacon as much as the next guy, trust me, but I don’t eat it out of bowls passed around a bar – will bemoan the ‘inhumanity’ of the 1%’s, whoever they are, and all their perceived selfish excesses; insist highly populated areas become bee infested; make crap out of plastic and sell it on Etsy; dispose of cell phones like toilet paper and never consider things called Landfills; and, well, you guys know the rest of their booshite peeves and never, ever consider the slaughterhouses of mass meat production, as if pork grows on meat trees.

        It’s a good thing mass meat production exists and there are people doing the slaughtering for them, because they couldn’t 1) hunt game if their lives depended on it and without hurting themselves or someone else and 2) have the stomach for butchering, not to mention butchering properly.

        All the beards and tattoos in the world cannot compensate for their total lack of balls.

  16. PBR=Urine says:

    “Matt Volner, beer curator” Interesting title there, Matt. What beer would you pair with a prosciutto-wrapped Twix bar? I have an idea…Frat Boy Vomit! Comes in pale orange and extra chunky, you f-ing dork

  17. This is probably a stupid question, but why is that repulsive thing on top of a glass? I’d like to throw it into the East River.

    • MD Burbs says:

      This is probably a stupid question, but why is that repulsive thing on top of a glass?
      Good question. So it doesn’t crawl away.

      I’d like to throw it into the East River.
      Holy shit, don’t do that! You’ll kill everything that swims between Manhattan and England.

      • Barone Sanitation says:

        it looks like a turd. nothing more, nothing less. a turd skewerd on a toothpick. Nice. Well I think the next time some hipsters come into my bar I’ll got out back and scoop up a few turds and put them on toothpicks too. for the hipsters.

    • BrooklynBrawler says:

      That’s where you pour the cat litter.

    • Pat I says:

      Throw it in the Gowanus. That way it might for some sort of chemical/physiological reaction which results in a 12 foot tall Swamp Thing that eats hipsters and sh*ts out i-phones.

  18. sledgehammer says:

    “strips away the plastic outer sheathing” –so he took the wrapper off the Twix bar? How Artisanal Quirky and Unique! I thought it would be more whimsical if he left the wrapper on and then put the prosciutto around it.

  19. Fugster says:

    Well the Telemarketers are now aiming for these tools. Introducing Ye Olde Brooklyn Lantern.

    • I wonder how much that thing costs? I mean “Real Metal”. He forgot the “Artisinal Cruelty-Free” part. Made in China no doubt.
      LED technology has come a long way in the last 5 years. It’s cheap too. I bet that thing costs $29.99 now but it’ll be under $5 in Wal-Mart and Chinatown in a few months (if it’s not already).
      The best part is somebody beat a hipster to it.

    • FUWI says:

      That’s an old SNL comedy commercial skit template. They don’t invent, they regurgitate.

      Those lamps were never native to Brooklyn though hipsters might think so. They’re oil lamps, and they’re still used all over the world.

  20. Aby says:

    Reblogged this on Notes on NYC and commented:
    As a Twix aficionado, I think this new concoction by a Brooklyn bar is an abomination of the highest form.

  21. Mohawk Vellum says:

    So, people in my neighborhood, Central Harlem, are not allowed to buy big sugary drinks but these fucks can eat a candy bar wrapped in bacon. WTF NYC?

  22. 90sBrooklyn says:

    At least it is served in a shot glass…otherwise it is pointless

    • SwampYankee says:

      Who gives money to shit like this? People with lots of disposable income. Hipsters

      • 716 Backers
        $30,788 pledged of $27,500 goal
        = $43/backer.

        Organized Crime, that’s who. Either it’s a huge tax writeoff or it’s money laundering. How else do you think shitty Indie films get made?

        • Pat I says:

          There is a silver lining here. Between the “Bon Vivants/American Hipster” You Tube channel and recruitment movies like this, it’s clear that they’re getting defensive – probably because
          more and more people are ridiculing them and calling them out on their BS.

          But mostly I think this film was made to paint hipsters in a positive light so 13 year old Catholic school girls don’t beat them, take their i-Cr*p, drag them into an abandoned subway station and leave them for dead.

          But notice that the annoying stuff – the stuff that makes normal people want to use them for target practice – is absent from this film – the I-Phones, pillow fights, pretentious cafes…..

          bedbugs.

          • Leroy Jenkem says:

            The tipoff for me was that the most ecstatic review came from “Film Threat”. Chris Gore did to independent film what Harry Knowles did for everything else: he proved that publicists could spend millions on paying off their standard herd of film critics, or offer a couple of freebies and blow jobs to otherwise unemployable Cat Piss Men and get even better quotes with that “indie vibe”.

    • MD Burbs says:

      He’s right. He’s not a hipster. Like his name says, he’s a cretin. Obvious money laundering.

  23. Aaron V. says:

    http://www.cracked.com/photoplasty_402_what-14-corporations-would-look-like-in-human-form_p14/#13

    For all the “artisanal” this and “locavore” that, the hipsters like their crappy pisswater beer….

  24. Pat I says:

    Years ago a friend of mine called to invite me out to dinner. The place we were eating at was familiar thanks to rave reviews in the local papers. From what I had gathered the place was trendy and pretentious to a fault.

    Now my friend, God bless him, is one of those few people (other than DH and the posters on this site) that can make me laugh to the point of tears. He needed a few laughs and knew full well that this restaurant was THE venue for me.

    We sit down. The place is packed with jerk*ffs.We are handed not menus, but a glossy resume of the 25 year old executive chef – who went by the name of “Stefan”. The resume had tons of glossy b&w shots of the brooding, greasy haired d**chebag, posing with knives and showing off his sleeve tats and bandanna.

    I hand the resume back, “no thanks, I say, we’ll just order.

    The server looked at me as if I had clubbed a baby seal. “But…But you have to…It’s required. You cannot order until you’ve read about chef Stefan”.

    My friend, on the verge of losing it, tells me to just read the damn thing.

    28 year old dipsh*t? CHECK
    Parentally funded restaurant? CHECK
    No former kitchen experience? CHECK
    Liberal arts degree? CHECK

    My friend orders the tasting menu for both of us (it was the only thing on the “menu”). We start off with a “Deconstructed” prosciutto and
    melon salad.

    The servers arrive. In the center of the plate is a perfectly machined 1 inch cube of melon wrapped in prosciutto. underneath are some wispy “micro greens” with alternating dots of balsamic vinegar
    and olive oil. Keep in mind….all of this was followed by a lengthy description by the waiter.

    I look at my friend. He’s see’s the look of confusion and anger on my face and is doing his best to not laugh out loud.

    “This is the first course”?

    Yes.

    “So…out of a 5 course tasting menu that runs 100 bucks..all things being equal…you’re charging 20 dollars for this salad?”

    “Of course”.

    “Do you think a salad of this size is worth 20 dollars?”

    The servers look at each other. “Yes!” They say in tandem! “Stefan’s genius is priceless”.

    I shrug, and look on my at my friend, Hey it’s your dime”.

    I stab at the cube with my fork. The server yells, “No no wait, it’s not done!”.

    Next to our table is a half wall holding small, potted plants.
    Waiter two pulls out a small black leather case. He opens it with much fanfare. Inside is a velvet cloth. He unfolds it and pulls out a small pair of silver scissors..Waiter one reaches for a plant and begins to snip leaves from it onto my plate. Same with another. Then he goes for a flower
    pull off a few petals and sprinlles them on the plate like fairy dust from 4 feet above the plate.

    “I would like to have a word with the chef, please.”

    “The chef doesn’t leave the kitchen to speak with customers”.

    Ahh. I see. We’ll be leaving then.

    Fine. You two don’t deserve to eat Chef Stefan’s food. Look at all these people. THEY’RE ENJOYING THEIR MEAL!”.

    “Really? Really?”

    My friend turns and faces the diners. “Excuse me. But if anyone here truly thinks this food is beyond the absurd and thinks it’s overpriced pretentious cr*p, there’s a pizza shop down the street. If you leave now and follow us the pizza’s on me”.

    About half the tables got up and walked. out.

    • rott635 says:

      Fucking BRILLIANT.

    • linguini leg cracker says:

      “Keep in mind….all of this was followed by a lengthy description by the waiter.”

      I think this “foodie” trend is the one I hate the most and is for sure one of the reasons that I don’t like going to any up-scale type places at all anymore, even the ones that have really good food. I just can’t take some 35 year old “student” talking down to me about the overpriced crap on the menu and going on and on about where it was sourced (LOCALLY!) or how it was traded (FAIRLY!). And then heaven forbid some rube like me (who happens to speak 3 different non-english languanges quite well due to the amount of immigrants I grew up with and currently work with, none of which are French or Italian) mis-pronounces one of the dishes or ingredients or whatever. Get ready for a pretentious rebuttal or at best a back-handed compliment.

      It’s lengthy story time. I can never write these out in a way that’s as concise and entertaining as how Pat I does it, but bear with me:

      I was at a little yup place not to far my house last summer with this girl I was seeing. She really wanted to go there because she wasn’t real hungry and said she heard the portions were tiny (no kidding). She wanted the soup, but they had like 5 different soups on special, with only one having a name we recognized (gespacho). So Sir Lice A Lot the filthy fake english accent using beardo proceeds to tell her all about every ingredient and process that went into each soup. After listening to the first couple she heard “chickpeas” early on during the explaination of the third offering and she cut him off with something like “chickpeas huh, so is that anything like a split pea soup?”.
      Dude was so offended that she interupted him and DARED to compare their super yupified chickpea soup to something as pedestrian as split pea that he got all red in the face and said “No not at all. Not really at all. If you’d just let me finish…”
      She says “Don’t bother, I’ll have the Split Chickpea”. I ordered a Reuben which was of course made with some sort of brined brisket (Don’t call it corned beef) and some sort of mixed purple “greens” (don’t call them cabbages), and I quickly added “no need to explain what a reuben is holmes, I’m good” to my order, which really pissed dude off even more than my date already had.
      At this point I was thinking we stood a pretty good chance of getting our food spit in, without even really being rude yet. Just having a good time with this absolute joke of a human being. It took forever to get our food and while we were waiting an elderly couple who I know really well from the neighborhood come and sit near us. We exchange greetings while they wait for their waiter, and sure enough it’s old Licey who grabs the menu board and starts explaining in great detail each of the 40 plus items on it. Fairly soon gramps stops him and says not to waste his breath, they don’t require a disertaion on all the daily plates, he’s going to have a burger and the wife will have a greens salad, if you please. Whatever the burger and green salad of the day is will do us just fine. Lice A Lot literally starts yelling at the old man telling him something about how “this isn’t some greesy spoon blue collar bar anymore” (when I was growing up this building housed a place called simply “the office bar” that had cold beer and great burgers and not much else, but since the owners retired it’s been one after another trendy foodie place, each business fails within a year but there’s a new one right behind it to give it another shot) and “you people are totally out of your element here”. So the old man grabs his wife and just walks out. Doesn’t say a word.
      When they left the watiter was looking a little perplexed so I called him over to our table. I said “we’d like a different server please”. he says “what, why?”. And I reply that he was rude to my date and rude to me. I could have let that slide but I will not tollerate people speaking to my neighbors the way he just spoke to that elderly couple. He protested at first but eventually said “okay Brice is working tonight too, I’ll give him your table”. No appology. Not even an admission of any fault at all. And then to top it off due comes back like 15 minutes later with our food. So I say “I thought we agreed that you not be our server anymore” and he said “well the order was up so I brought it out”. He had this absolute aire of annoyed smuggness and it was all I could do not to punch him in his ugly fucking face. So I asked to see the manager who finally came out about the time we were done eating. We explained what happened and specifically how this “waiter” completely disrespected a couple of well regarded old timers and we made sure to explain that between our pretty lousey service and the outright disrespect that we witnessed towards the other customers we would not be tipping anything, and that we preferred another waiter.
      Well, what we got was no waiter at all. Very shortly thereafter the manager brought us our check without saying a word. We finished up, paid for our food and left.
      On the way out we walked by the manager and Licey and my date says “a word to the wise fellas, if you’re going to take 15 minutes to explain a cup of soup, and then take 25 minutes to pour it into a bowl, it should take you more than 3 minutes to actually eat it”. They still didn’t say a word.

      Unbelievably, this place is still open a year later…

      • Leroy Jenkem says:

        If it’s still going, it’s probably because (a) someone’s burning through an inheritance or (b) nobody’s collected on unpaid bills yet. Either that, or the manager is offering payola for positive Yelp reviews.

      • FaceTheFacts says:

        What is the name of this place so I’ll know to avoid it like the plague?

        • linguini leg cracker says:

          Face the Facts — I think it’s called Victory 44 now. Next to the coffee shop on 44th and Penn Ave North in Minneapolis. I can’t remember if you’re one of my fellow MPLS posters on here or not, but I’m thinking maybe you are?
          One of the first yuppish places in that space after the office bar closed was called “Rix” and it was actually pretty good. They mostly just speciallized in burgers. Most of them were under $10 with fries, and they were all pretty decent. Every place that’s been in that space since has been more pretentious and more expensive then the last.

          Leroy — I’m not sure about this new place (and I don’t care to go back to find out), but I know a couple of the previous places were completely parentally or grandparentally funded. One of the last ones, I can’t remember the name off hand — the one right after Rix — had a couple of maybe 25 year olds running the place who obviously had never even worked in a kitchen before, let alone run a business. They had an old man working the door in a tuxedo. I was thinking maybe he was supposed to be a maitre d’ or host or something, but I thought it was odd that a place with about 15 total tables and a 6 seat bar would need even a host, let alone a maitre d’. I asked one of the other patrons who appeared to know the 25 year old “owners” and they said “Oh that’s the owners’ grandfather. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on his investment, so they made him a greeter.”
          Even with Gramps paying for AND overseeing things they didn’t last 9 months.

          • Leroy Jenkem says:

            Heh. I went through that a little while back with the publisher of a magazine that wanted me to contribute. Just before my first deadline was coming up, everyone involved (subscribers and contributors) got a frantic message from the publisher. His grandmother had died, and for that I was legitimately sorry, but that wasn’t why he was contacting everyone. His grandmother had let him and his wife play at being publisher for years while living at her house, and now that she was dead, his parents and the rest of the family were selling the house. And since the magazine wasn’t actually making any money, they weren’t going to both let him live there for free and subsidize him. Boy, did I feel as if I’d dodged a bullet.

            I get the sneaking suspicion that we’ll be seeing a lot of this in the next few years. With most of our fortysomething prancers, their parents are anywhere between 65 and 80, and they’ve been subsidizing Schnookums for years. When they die, I fully expect Hummus and Meghan to arrive at the reading of the will expecting a nice lump sum that will keep them in mayonnaise shops and bike stores for the rest of their lives, only to discover that the money is gone and their parents died leaving a hefty tax bill.

          • FaceTheFacts says:

            Thanks for the info. I currently live in Minneapolis. Moved here in 2008 after a long stint in the service and currently going to school. I really didn’t know anything about hipturds until I moved to Minneapolis.

            • linguini leg cracker says:

              I’ve got friends in Chicago, Dallas, Austin, and Seattle so I’ve seen a few hipsters in each of those cities over the years. About 2007 or 2008 was about the time they really started showing up here, but even then, mostly in uptown. The completely inundated NE (which is where I mostly grew up) in about 2009 or 2010. And they are not showing any signs of letting up. I wish you could have seen my city, and NE especially before all the posers showed up. You may have heard of a bar / restaurant called “The Northeast Social Club”? It’s owned and operated by a bunch of hipsters from Rochester, MN. Never even came to NE until all their vapid culture theiving friends came here. Now they have the nerve to call their establishment the “NE Social Club”. Should be called the “Beardo transplant hick-town pastey josh and megan bedbug social club”…

              And speaking of Minneapolis Hipsters, this is nothing new to the people of this site:
              http://www.startribune.com/lifestyle/161818425.html

  25. Pat I says:

    http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/08/business/organic-food-purists-worry-about-big-companies-influence.html?_r=1&ref=dining

    Lengthy NY Times article whining about corporations buying organic food companies.
    It appears that the whining is coming from the companies that no corporation is interested in.

    It appears that everyone has a price.

  26. makossa says:

    Looks like a mangled penis!

  27. Sick of hipster shite says:

    Maybe there is an end in sight, folks: http://bushwickdaily.com/3-bushwick-galleries-closed/

  28. Pat I says:

    Hipster bison farming!

    • Leroy Jenkem says:

      Shit. Ranchers have been raising buffalo in Texas for decades: I have to admit that I prefer the taste over most standard beef. Hell, H. Ross Perot was raising buffalo on the grounds of EDS’s headquarters in Plano for years, but that was mostly to qualify for a tax writeoff. The moment some attention-deficient shitheads start playing at being ranchers, though, NOW it’s news.

  29. PBR=Urine says:

    Worm Carnevale…”artist” from Delray Beach, FL

    http://www.wormc.com/about.php

  30. Cuddle Party Boner Rampage says:

    Artisanal meat and candy suppository.

  31. Fuck off says:

    If anyone knows WW2 history, prior to nuking the two cities the bombers dropped leaflets warning them to surrender, etc.

    The same principle must be applied to Brooklyn and maybe a warning isn’t a good idea. As Ripley said in Aliens “…nuke the site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.”

    Nuke the hipsters.

  32. K. Kaprow says:

    “I guess when you have nothing else to do all day…”

    …you create a blog that’s dedicated to violence fantasies, intolerance and hate? Which ones are the narcissists again? Get over yourselves.

  33. Leroy Jenkem says:

    And because your day won’t be complete without yet another quirky, clever beardo showing off, say hello to the guy making the news feeds today for sculpting his beard and moustache into an X-wing fighter:

    http://www.beardleague.org/meet-the-league/chad-roberts

    “Proudly sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon.” Indeed.

  34. DieHipsterScum says:

    have fun with this one you guys… just, wow…

    http://stuffhipstershate.tumblr.com/

    Stuff hipsters hate includes:
    - asking for advice
    - getting too old to get presents
    - sad Sunday nights (you know, because you don’t have to get up for work the next day or anything)
    - creating new things
    - meeting deadlines
    - re-upping (buying) new toiletries

    I know this is a ‘satirical’ blog, but really, how much of it is satire? Not much I bet.
    Oh yeah and to boot they have a book for sale on Amazon.
    Like, YAH! We wrote a book based on our Tumblr blog! We’re like, so smart and cool!

    • Ripshop says:

      It looks like sadly it’s going to begin and end there.

      Look at “Look At That Fucking Hipster” for example. They made it a book…2 years later the tumblr hasn’t been updated since two years ago and that book is probably sitting on clearance racks at Urban Outfitters.

      • Leroy Jenkem says:

        I’ve watched that happen a lot in the last six or seven years, where publishers were falling all over each other to commission books based on various blogs. What the publishers forgot was that with most of these books, especially the ones intended as gift books, most of the intended audience wasn’t going to pay $10 for something they could get online for free. What the authors forgot was that they’d usually spend a lot more getting a manuscript into shape than they’d make from the advance, and that advance was likely all of the money they were going to get. (I had writer friends who were furious when the guy who did “What White People Like” got a book deal, and I told them to sit back and keep watching. Lo and behold, the book disappeared without a trace.)

        With “Look At This Fucking Hipster,” things were even worse. Not only did the book come out just in time for Borders to stop paying its bills, meaning that any sales made in Borders stores may never be paid off, but the publisher was insistent upon getting release forms on everyone who appeared inside. Since there was a direct correlation between the funniest photos and the butthurt experienced by the subjects, the authors actually tried to find volunteers to recreate some of their photos so as to meet those requirements. At that point, what’s the use?

        After watching the publishing business for the last 25 years, I have to admit that there’s a serious amount of schadenfreude here, especially after the Borders meltdown. Unfortunately, the people who are being punished for serious publisher missteps aren’t the editors who scrambled to make these deals in the late Aughts, or the execs who figured that these were going to be great sellers. The people who are going to get slammed are the good midlist writers who will be expected to justify their new books with publishers who gleefully give Jay Leno another $3 million for another flop autobiography.

        • Ripshop says:

          So true. There are just way too many people out there that want to capitalize on the next big thing. I’m pretty sure whoever gave them the advance figured that the hipster thing could rake in big bucks…but that kind of content only really makes sense online. Mainly because how relevant can a book like LATFH or whatever be in five years time? Two years even?

          Edit: Look at that fucking hipster (the website) isn’t even online anymore. I checked the page and it just goes to an ad screen. (*cue sad sound: wah waaaaaaaaahhhhhh).

          Somewhere on the other side of the world, a bonfire made from copies on LATFH the book and Street Boners and Carnage that couldn’t even be given away for free are keeping a family warm and cozy.

          • Jack says:

            Remember when some of the trolls used to come on here a couple of years ago and hold up those kind of blogs as an example of what we should be doing instead of the nasty violent hipster beatings? Why couldn’t we be like those in-on-the-joke, not really critical, underground “Justin Bieber publicity” giving, supporters disguised as haters? All the knuckle-dragging neanderthals on here were going to get left behind by society and the people who just took it all as a big warm-hearted inside joke were going to last longer? Yeah.

  35. cheeseballs says:

    Mmm, dogshit on a stick.

    • Leroy Jenkem says:

      If you want to have fun, wait until autumn, collect a whole load of ginkgo fruit, put it on toothpicks, and sell it at the next hipsterfest. I can only imagine the insane rationalizations used by herds of beardos to be the first to try something that literally smells like cat shit on a stick.

  36. Pat I says:

    Off topic..
    And you thought a reaiity show about dog groomers, hair salons, real estate agencies and New jersey mob princess houswives was scraping the bottom of the barrel? How about a reaility show on breastfeeding?

    http://gothamist.com/2012/07/08/literal_boob_tube_breastfeeding_rea.php

  37. The Pontificator says:

    “…and strips away the plastic outer sheathing to reveal the delicate brown morsel within.”
    In other words someone took the wrapper off a candy bar.

    What a pretentious fucking fuck this guy is.

  38. The Pontificator says:

    Last night I was watching some videos on the High Line. I’m seeing all sorts of normal people walking, talking, meeting and the like and then I see some fucking pasty-skinned Ethan sprawled out on a park bench easily taking up the space that 3 or 4 normal people would use to sit down.

    Toss him off into the street below.

  39. Mickey Shea says:

    Ever wonder what that stench is coming from that apartment? Like yah, it’s an indoor composting station with rotting garbage and worms.
    http://gothamist.com/2012/07/02/no_backyard_you_too_can_compost_her.php#photo-1

    • MD Burbs says:

      I remember as a kid that the Mafia had a really strong composting program going in Canarsie and the Jamaica Bay tidal flats (when they didn’t feel up to going to what’s now the Meadowlands),

  40. BrooklynNative says:

    Are we sure it’s a Twix bar ? It really looks a stool sample.

  41. K. Kaprow says:

    You know, if you boys added fag-bashing to your crybaby complaints, you’d be the greatest blog ever! I mean, who doesn’t hate a homo? Are you trying to compete with Jersey or Mass. for the East’s Biggest Assholes?

    Keep obsessing over somebody’s food and clothing! It feeds your superiority complexes and almost makes up for having to live in New York, the worst Nanny State in the country.

    PS
    The rest of the nation is laughing at you.

  42. K. Kaprow says:

    A whole subculture dedicated to hating another subculture! And the internet made it all possible. You hipsterphobes should check out the haters at Reason.com’s Hit & Run blog. They hate hipsters too! I think you’d get along splendidly. Maybe you could put your brains together and plan Hipsternacht.
    http://reason.com/blog

    • I like Reason.com. Libertarians are all about the sovereign individual. Something that hipsters despise.

      • FaceTheFacts says:

        Hipsters despise such things because it involves personal responsibility and accountability for one’s actions — things hipturds avoid like the plague. A hipster is the kind of idiot who will mouth off to a biker, knock over his bike, and then wonder why he gets his face kicked in.

      • K. Kaprow says:

        Reason libertarians are hippies of the right; individualists they are not. Peruse the comments section for an example of conformity to the collective will on a grand scale.

    • FaceTheFacts says:

      Hipsterphobe? Yeah, we’re just terrified of dudes who epitomize the term “wuss” and are frequently robbed of their iPhones by 13 year old PR girls.

      • Vodka says:

        Actually, I am terrified of them. I don’t want them in my apartment building, nor do I want their other companions with them, those companions being head lice and bed bugs.

    • PBR=Urine says:

      Hipsternacht? More like Saturday Night Holocaust for the Brooklynites forced to bend to the will of the invading Hipster Army:

      A hitler youth in jogging suit
      Smiling face banded ’round his arm
      Says, ‘line up, you’ve got work to do
      We need dog food for the poor’

      A scream bleats out, we’re herded into lines
      Customized vans/fixies wait outside
      I’m getting scared of my new home
      To auschwitz/hipster condominiums we go
      Oh no

    • BrooklynBrawler says:

      Hipsternacht. Right. This blog is definitely comparable to the anti-semitism of 1940′s Germany. I think those skinny jeans are cutting of circulation to your vag.

      This is why you’ll never be accepted in New York nor anywhere. Every single group that emigrated here are survivors. They’ve survived persecution in ways that make a blog that pokes fun of their fashion seem so innocuous. Yet, to you, this blog is utterly offensive. Typical of your ilk to not only cry and complain in the face of criticism, but to relate it to Nazism.

      Go cash mommy’s check and get a pickleback shot, pencil dick. You’re late for your dance party.

    • FaceTheFacts says:

      Just like in my reply (where I, in so many words, promised to smack the shit out of you if we ever cross paths) to your tripe in the most recent “Today’s Hipster Beating” entry, Godwin’s Law has been invoked for your reference to Kristallnacht. You lose. For all of your intellectual pretenses, you’re a world-class dumb fuck. Get ass raped and die from the blood loss.

    • Pat I says:

      Yep. That’s right. Typical hipster. Use the most extreme words to describe the rectal sensory overload (butthurt) every time someone calls hipsters out for what they truly are.

      Listen up a-hole. My parents and grandparents both lived during in Italy during WW2. My grandfather was hauled in for questioning by Mussolini’s and Hitler’s boys several times for simply giving produce (non-organic) from his farm to those in hiding from the fascists and nazis. My Nonno actually went so far to have the emblem of the Fascist party tattooed on his arm so they’d leave him alone and continue to help those in need. Once the Americans showed up he removed it himself – by going to the local (non-ironic) blacksmith , heating a piece of pipe to cherry red and burning it off. Himself.

      My granparents (and parents) saw the atrocities – the rapes, torture and murder. They did what they could to help those in need.Houses burned, people being hauled off in the middle of the night or shot in the town square in broad daylight by ruthless animals. Oh and the townsquare
      was made entirely of white marble. The blood and brains contrasted quite nicely against the carrera marble.

      So now tell me – how many hipsters have been hauled in for questioning? Shot for their beliefs?had businesses burned to the ground? None? Hmmmm.

      This blog is a place to vent, have fun and discuss the urban colonialists we call hipsters.
      If someone came into your home would you appreciate them criticizing everything you do, your beliefs, way of life what you eat, etc. Would you welcome them speaking down to you, rearranging and re-decorating your home and demand that you tell the local church to stop ringing it’s bells because it wakes your child from their nap? Would it be within the parameters of good behavior to petition the locals to stop having parades and celebrations
      that have been held for a hundred years because they don’t like them?

      Yet you equate a harmless blog with people who shoved millions of innocent, defenseless
      women and children into ovens?

      Eat a bullet, you delusional, gaseous d**chebag.

      • Pat I says:

        I believe what what hipsters want is what Dennis Miller called “The Fascism of Absolute Freedom”. You can say anything you want as long as it agrees with my worldview.

        • Newbian says:

          Pat I,
          Your grandparents put themselves at great personal risk to help others. That’s not just heroic — that’s saintly. Blessed are their memories, and I (for one) am forever grateful to people like them.
          That someone would compare our contempt for these self-absorbed, ignorant c*nts to Kristallnacht is beyond me. Well, maybe not; after all, it’s typical hipster rhetoric… throw in a modicum of knowledge about a period in history and use it as an attempt to show everyone how “worldly” and “educated” you are.

          • Pat I says:

            Thank you for your kind words.

            My parents were children during WW2. My father’s memories of the war – believe it or not – were mostly good. He mostly remembers the kindness, optimism and overwhelming generosity of the American GIs. Once my grandfather got very angry when he found more and more figs missing from one of his trees. They were taken by the GIs who really didn’t know any better.
            When they found out that my father was blamed and punished for the missing fruit, they started asking questions and paid a visit to the house. My dad said they brought some treats for the kids, a bottle of Scotch for my grandfather (when he immigrated to the USA until the day he died, he drank a shot of Johnny Walker every morning with breakfast) and most important – sincere apologies and far and an overly generous payment for the produce taken from him.

            From that day, my father was their “flunky” – running errands, playing baseball with them, etc. He made out very well. My grandparents would send over food and they sometimes accepted money. The GIs would show up with truck or Jeep to pull out a tree stump, rebuild a stone wall , etc.

            Those GIs were the ones who gave my father the impetus for coming to the USA.

      • Nalano says:

        A+, would read again.

  43. Arseface says:

    Disgusting… I just lost my appetite…

  44. MD Burbs says:

    And here’s the next toy that daddy and mommy are gonna buy little Caleb:
    http://jalopnik.com/5924573/the-death-of-bmws-m-brand

    • Jack says:

      (Slightly) off topic response from a petrolhead/gearhead. Sorry about the length.

      I was going to say “since when have hipsters driven BMW M cars?” but, on reflection, that’s not really relevant, because BMW themselves haven’t asked that question.

      I don’t see how the big German brands are going to hold on to their image over the next decade at this rate. This kind of thing is absolutely typical of what we’ve been getting from BMW and Mercedes over the last decade or so: expand like crazy in a short-term attempt to appeal to customers who are not their typical customers and have nothing to do with the image they’ve built. Yeah, yuppies buy BMWs, but as we’ve said on here, there are different types of yuppies and the word implies different things, and someone at BMW would do well to remember that.

      Since I was a teenager, I’ve gradually gone from being a full-on car bore to someone who just likes cars, as in I like the cars I like and not the ones I don’t. That’s mostly been because the state of the car industry nowadays just depresses me. I once seriously considered working in it, but I realised that with that particular industry, you definitely have an example of where being a fan translates poorly into being a businessman. Working as if it were the way you wish it was, as opposed to the way it actually is, leads to where Ford have been for the last decade or so.

      I just find it truly depressing that governments and pressure groups force car companies to pander to hipsters and whiners, and the companies are more than happy to do it in return for a bit of that sweet quirky artisanal money. Over here everyone either seems to drive a blob-on-wheels, one-box Korean “crossover” (we had a broken window fallacy “scrappage scheme” just like you, which was effectively just a subsidy for Korean manufacturers, combined with an attempt to appeal to hipster types based on its promotion of low emissions cars) or one of the 11,493 different BMWs on offer.

      To appease the helicopter parents, they have to be oversized (I saw the new 3 series today and it really ought to be a 5 series), tall and ungainly, super-heavy from all the safety equipment, and have ugly high bonnets for pedestrian protection, because it’s easier to pass legislation than teach people to cross the road properly. To appease the sustainartisanalocavorganic crowd, they have to be gutless, low-emissions, preferably hybrids, and – despite being tall – not look threatening enough to count as an SUV.

      I understand that people have realised that once they have a certain amount of money, they don’t have to buy a run-of-the-mill Ford Focus any more and a BMW is more appealing. Plus, in the UK, we don’t have a mass-producing homegrown car industry any more, and even when we did, no one under 80 was buying Rovers for the last few years of the company’s life. So the patriotism factor is out when choosing a car.

      But if I want a BMW, I’m not going to buy a luxury coupe SUV or a five-door grand tourer or a hybrid. If I want an M car, I don’t want it to make a fake engine noise or just be a badge and bodykit – I could just buy a cheap stolen base model 3 series if I wanted that. If I’m encouraged to buy a BMW based on its marketing, it won’t be because it’s advertised as being low-emissions. But sadly, that’s not relevant, because not everyone is me, and I can’t afford a BMW anyway.

      Why has it got to this point? I can understand, for example, pulling out of F1 because nowadays it’s an embarrassing waste of money that no business should be trying to justify. But doing it on the grounds that you want to be associated with being “green” instead… seriously, BMW? Do I need to turn up in Munich, show you “Wall Street” and “Eat Pray Puke” back to back, and test you on which group of yuppies traditionally buys your cars and which doesn’t?

      Well, no, I don’t, because I know as well as they do that the car industry doesn’t work like that any more. Whether we like it or not, the kind of reasons people used to buy certain types of cars are being warped by – among others – hipsters. And that’s just another reason why we need to keep speaking out against them on here, because they should never have been given the chance to stay around long enough, or become a big enough target market, to change consumer trends and products.

      For the record, I drive a small 2003 Volkswagen and I love it. If you love cars, a car that would have made you happy when you were 16 will still make you happy now.

      • Leroy Jenkem says:

        Well, there’s good news for you. To begin, I don’t see this as being a hipster car, for one very good reason. The vast majority of them are afraid of cars, or anything else that might signify responsibility. That’s why fixie bikes and mass transit are so popular with them. It’s scary enough to have a kid, but you can always foist the kid off on relatives, neighbors, and daycare, in just about any situation where you aren’t using your kid as a human shield for your own beastly behavior. (Hence, why the ongoing whine among the Matt Gross set about allowing them to bring their kids into bars.) If your car starts acting up because you haven’t added oil in two years, do you think your parents are going to be sympathetic when you ask them to fix it? Or do you think they’re going to smack you in the head for wasting money?

        The other reason why I’m actually a little thrilled to see hipster imagery in ads is because it’s a pathetic attempt to get the “youth market”. In this case, it’s a youth market subset that both buys all sorts of shit just because it’s advertised on television, as well as one that’s marked itself so well with a standard uniform and mindset that selling to it is easy. You’re looking at a bunch of old men who want to be young again financing these ads, and they’re throwing cash at ad dumbfucks whose only claim to credibility is that they “know what it’s like to be young.” This keeps up until the old men realize that they’re not getting any return on their money, because that subset will talk and blog about something but can’t be bothered to buy, and then WHAMMO! The spigot gets cut off, and the subset becomes a subject of mockery. Just keep watching: the hipster backlash is getting so strong that beardos with scarves will be the polyester disco suits of 2013: if you think the hipster whining “I’m not a hipster” is bad now, wait until they’re actively pointed and laughed at by soccer moms and little kids.

        Or, to put it another way, I have a niece who just turned 16. She asked me about this new ridiculous bacon sundae at Burger King, as to why anybody would want to eat something like that. I told her “Burger King really doesn’t care if these sell well, so long as people buy lots of other things to go with them. The only people, though, who are going to buy one just on its own are the dingbats who want to do it so they can say they did it.”

        “Like hipsters?”

        Yep, that’s my girl.

        • Nalano says:

          Speaking of human shields, have you seen the bicyclists who carry infants and toddlers in little seats behind them?

          That has to be some form of child endangerment. I mean, c’mon.

          • sledgehammer says:

            Child endangerment for sure. I’ve never seen them in their goddamn bike lanes they bitched about forever til they finally got them. I’ve seen them go through busy streets with buses on one side,cars on the other and them in the middle, kids on the back.

            I saw one entitled bitch on the entrance ramp to the FDR with a toddler in the seat on a bike. She was frantically waving for all the cars merging from 2 lanes into 1, to move out of HER way, and the kids’ bike seat looked all wobbly. Like a that sketch on Jackass where they have the guy recklessly weaving in and out of traffic and eventually crashing in front of a bunch of people. Except in Jackass, the baby was a doll, and it was all a joke. This bitch’s kid was real, and she should have been arrested. WTF’ing F are you doing on the FDR entrance ramp on a bike with a kid on the back in heavy traffic. Are you fucking kidding me??

            • Nalano says:

              Bike lanes aren’t safe: They just give the illusion of safety, meaning they lull more of those folks who think that a collision with a car is impossible and their little cherub isn’t going to be a paint streak on the pavement.

              • Pat I says:

                Bingo!

                They seem to believe that bike lanes emit a force field that prevents any vehicle from their lane and allows the to further enhance their own stupidity.

                • Pat I says:

                  sorry…Bingo!

                  They seem to believe that bike lanes emit a force field that prevents any vehicle from entering their lane and allows them to further enhance their own stupidity.

              • Pat I says:

                Further to….

                For many years I had my piece –o-shite car worked on by the same mechanic. The guy was honest and fair and did quality work. He also had a a separate facility that specialized in full engine rebuilds body work, paint and classic car restoration.

                The one thing he always refused to do was modify a car from it’s orginal design: souping up the engine, changing the suspension, adding carbs, mag wheels, etc or really stupid paint jobs. The only exception was if the car was destined for the racetrack.

                His philsophy was sound: A lot of very smart people have taken great pains to design a vehicle that is meant to perform at a certain level – SAFELY. And just because some kid brought in grandpa’s Mustang GT350 and wanted it turned into an Ed Roth Special – well no. It wasn’t safe and you wound up losing money in the customization, the value of the car was reduced and the resale market was significantly reduced. Besides you have to be a blithering idiot to put your 16 year old behind the wheel of anything that already has a ton of horsepower.

                Having said all this – there’s a reason why Shrine’s drive their little cars in parades…why children don’t ride pedal cars and big wheels on the interstate.

                So when I see these j*rkoffs riding 6 foot tall bikes, unicycles, penny farthings in traffic or playing the flute or playing a ukelele when they should be paying attention to traffic I lose my religion. Why? Public safety aside, my nine year old and I were in Philly a few months ago. My kid looks both ways for traffic and we start to cross the street. Out of nowhere riding in the wrong direction is this bearded freak in tight pants and a Peter Pan hat riding his fixie, no hands on the bars and TEXTING. He injured my kid bad enough that he had to miss an important swim meet. I scream at him. He takes off while giving me the finger.

                You want the attention? Join a circus. Stay off the roads.

                • Nalano says:

                  Right there with ya. Never saw a guy on a cellphone or with earbuds biking in traffic ’til I got a job in Brooklyn. Assholes like that make it worse for everybody: Didn’t get any hate for biking until it became the “in thing” and the news was plastered with Critical Mass, hipsters thought they were part of the bike messenger crowd and Bloomberg showed his hard-on for yuppiedom.

                  I know that when I’m on a bike I’m taking my life in my hands, but why the fuck would I needlessly endanger myself and others doing the kind of shit like going the wrong way or doing anything with my hands that don’t involve gripping the handlebars or signalling? Fucking Darwin Award winners.

                  • Leroy Jenkem says:

                    I confess that I wear earbuds while biking, but I keep the music low and use them mostly to cut out the wind-roar in my ears. I compensate by having rear-view mirrors on both my bike and helmet (and yes, damn tooting I wear a helmet), along with enough reflectors and lights that I look like the Electric Horseman when I’m out at night. I used to think that all I needed were basic reflectors, and then I was out driving one night and nearly hit a kid who cut across three lanes in front of me. No lights, no reflectors, black shirt and pants, biking as if everyone was going to stop for him…if I didn’t see him, then damn sure someone who wasn’t expecting a bicyclist wouldn’t have. As it was, the kid was damn lucky I spotted him in time, even if the guy right behind me wasn’t as thrilled by my consideration.

                • MD Burbs says:

                  Yeah, same here. I rode bike for a LONG time on streets and Government installations – I NEVER took my attention away from what I was doing. Then I moved here. I spend time in downtown DC and Baltimore (DC mostly), and I’m amazed at some of the stupid shit that bike riders pull, especially in rush hour traffic. Seems a lot of them are doing everything BUT riding a bike while they’re on the streets. DC is the worst – entitled dumbasses ride like they’re Massholes, without a care in the world, cutting off people crossing and running lights like they weren’t there. In and (mostly) out of the goddam bike lanes that the mayor shoved down everyone’s throat. And of course earbuds and iMusic is the uniform of the day. When I ride downtown now I have three things always on my mind: Don’t get killed by a stupid fuck texting, yakking about their drug deal on the phone, or doing their makeup behind the wheel; Don’t be a witness when a bike fucker runs an old lady over in a crosswalk; and If I happen upon the latter, help if I can. Baltimore isn’t as bad as DC – I think drivers there make hitting cyclists more of a sport than they do in DC, I dunno…

  45. FUWI says:

    It doesn’t surprise me that one of the hiptard critiques that likes to come by here and do what they all do best, ( WHINE ) would suggest improving or creating blogs.

    That Ohio yahoo who’s YouTube link I posted a while back taping himself with his iPhone and blathering about Queens while doing his best Jim Morrison impersonation ( but not good looking enough to pull it off ), is, imo, the walking, talking embodiment of the hipster mentality.

    He’s an actor, though not a particularly successful one, and has linked up with some other hipster charlatan, who looks fully parentally funded, to create site not unlike YT but under the CC liscence. Which is essentially giving work away for free. And, of course, they wrap it all in idealistic socio-political ( stick it to the man, mannnn ) rhetoric and horseshit.

    They collect it, being people’s music, drawings, films, performances etc onto their site and make revenue via special membership fees and advertising.

    IOW, their plan is to make money off other people giving their work away for free. They’re trying to motivate people to do it by telling them how they’ll change the world, better humanity, yadda yadda yadda. Everything the traveling snake oil salesmen ALWAYS have told people. Or wrap a turban around your head and spout a bunch of platitudes regarding diet and spirituality ( cough ).

    Just like their hippy parents generation exploited the artificial sentiments of other hippies, there are wolves in sheeps clothing amongst the Hipsters with a capitol ‘H’ gen doing the exact same thing, and they’re too fucking stupid to see it.

    Fortunatley the dudes views are pretty insignificant but for every 10 morons who think like him or fall for his claptrap, each of those 10 go out and spawn 10 others.

    Vaccinate your kids by keeping them off drugs and away from idiots who do them, and vaccinate yourselves by wearing “Rush Limaugh is #1″ t-shirts, wether you agree with the fat sack of shit or not believe me, they’ll avoid you like YOU are the plague, which is a ‘win’ for any one rofl…

    - There ya go Kaprow…you mad(der)? – lol

    • BrooklynNative says:

      Why does “fully parentally funded” sound so much like “full frontal etc.”

    • MD Burbs says:

      Kaprow, let me explain something. Go fuck yourself, OK?

    • Leroy Jenkem says:

      You know, it’s funny that you bring up all of the “make money by giving away stuff for free” idiots. I was just thinking about that loser over at the old DH site whose big plan was to make an alternate currency for Nieu Breuklynn, the “Hipsterbuck”. After reading his whiny arguments as to why this was going to work, he was doing it “because it would be fun,” and how we’d all be laughing out the other sides of our faces when this became huge…well, I wonder whatever happened to him? Did he go back to Dogfelcher Falls, did he get Mommy to pay for him to go to Portland so he could be among people who “really understand me,” or did someone shiv him and dump him in the Gowanus?

  46. FUWI says:

    Wanna see something pathetic?

    Two hipsters using a log splitter.

    http://www.youtube.com/user/iancrossland?feature=results_main

    The hippy wannabe has the brilliant sense to wear a long, swingy hippy belt.

    Swinging an axe once does not a woodsman make hiptards. And with your skinny, flabby arms, you’d last about ten minutes if you did have to split it by hand. You’d probably also wind up in the ER with an axe handle sticking out of your thigh.

    • MD Burbs says:

      Actually, the one that was marginally aware got the other dumbass to do the actual splitting. It was rather comical watching the dope set himself up to lose a toe, finger, foot, or hand on the splitter. Or even better, a broken leg when the log under tension let go and shot into two supersonic halves.

      I almost hoped the waste of space found a copperhead while he was scampering around on the woodpile. Then I realized the poor snake would probably get sick and die from all the drugs if it bit him. I can just imagine a poor snake coiled on top of the woodpile, spitting…

      • FaceTheFacts says:

        “Then I realized the poor snake would probably get sick and die from all the drugs if it bit him. I can just imagine a poor snake coiled on top of the woodpile, spitting…”.

        LOL! Thanks for the visual. I guess the only organisms (other than fungi and bacteria) not entirely hostile to hipsters are bedbugs and lice.

    • Leroy Jenkem says:

      I love how this narcissitic twit calls his YouTube channel “Extend Your Chakras”. That’s because I’m reminded of the old Joe Bob Briggs definition of “chakra”: “One of those places where if you hit it with a baseball bat, you’ll die.” Extend away, dude.

  47. gyrovagus says:

    It looks like a severed toe, excrement, or pickled male appendage… x_x

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  49. Leroy Jenkem says:

    Speaking of more money than brains, check out this ultimate hipster horror story. Better, you know that at least four hipster apologists are masturbating like caged apes over this story, all moaning “Oh, if only I had this kind of money. Then I could make some REAL art.”

    http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2012/jul/11/death-eva-rausing-tetra-pak?newsfeed=true

    • MD Burbs says:

      Looks like two of the siblings had their head screwed on straight. Then we have Hans Kristian Hipster and his Megan. What an utter waste…

      • Leroy Jenkem says:

        Even better is discovering that she may have been dead for a week before her body was discovered. I’ve been expecting to see that sort of Nancy Spungen scenario in Williamsburg for a while, but not when there was THAT much money bouncing around.

    • Hans’s children Sigrid, Lisbet and Hans have all faced the challenge of what to do with their trust fund money. Sigrid emulated her father in philanthropic generosity, becoming the darling of literary London by using some of hers to fund the literary magazine Granta, as well as Granta Books and Portobello Books, two of Britain’s most exciting independent publishers (that’s why I was interviewing Lindqvist in her house: Granta is publishing his books, some for the first time in English).

      Considering I never even heard of Granta (though I imagine it as one of those overpriced zines you only find in art galleries and expensive bookstores nobody actually shops in), I stopped reading right there.
      I see why the hipsters are wetting themselves all right.

      • Leroy Jenkem says:

        Granta has been around for decades, but it’s not like it’s easy to find. It was actually carried in Borders for a while in the late Nineties, back when Borders was trying to steal customer base from independent bookstores through loss-leaders such as the magazine section. That didn’t mean anybody other than potential submitters bothered to read it: every new issue usually had about six to ten copies on the Borders stand, and that’s how many would still be there when the next one came in and the old ones were sent back to the distributor. In between, it sat in the Culture section, usually in front of Factsheet Five and Ben Is Dead, and usually only got picked up by a beardo looking for a new writing venue when his mom insisted that he go out that day to find a real job.

  50. The Pontificator says:

    Couple in North Brooklyn pay $1500/mo. rent on an apartment with TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY SQUARE FEET:
    http://shine.yahoo.com/decorating/couple-lives-240-square-foot-apartment-213500626.html
    My comment:
    “$1500.00/mo., huh?

    That’s because all the all other 240 square foot studio apartments in the building are each occupied by 20 nasally bedbug-infested talentless self-absorbed adult toddler gentrifying HIPSTERS who are responsible for causing rents in Brooklyn to skyrocket.

    Attention all Zachs, Zoeys, Megans, Haydens, Calebs and Joshes: Stay North of the line! Do not go South of the line! You know what will happen to you.

    Die, hipster!”

    • Been there done that. says:

      Supply an demand.

      Survival of the fittest.

      Douchbag pedestrian townies out, creative people in…

      • You R Ed says:

        LOL. Something tells me if Darwin were a factor 99% of these failed abortions wouldn’t be alive, much less living out their infant fantasies in “gritty urban” North Brooklyn.

  51. Jake Gyllenhaal plays the Hipster Beater in some music video. Warning: lots of blood and hipster murders Jason Voorhees style.

  52. Tony says:

    I had prosciutto on my pizza today. Yum. But on a Twix? That’s just plain wrong. Disgusting in fact…

    • diehipster says:

      Dear Tony,

      When your palate becomes more sophisticated you will be allowed into the adult playground areas of Park Slope, BoCoCa, Williamsburg, Greenpoint and Bushwick. Until then, keep eating knuckle dragger foods.

      Signed,

      Ethan Von Nasalhonk President – The Make Brooklyn Better Foundation.

  53. Ben S. says:

    It’s like a fancy pants version of George Costanza’s candy lineup.

  54. Kirk Richichi says:

    As a sicilian born and raised in brooklyn I want to kill someone. First off You do not get good “salted and seasoned pork flesh” from “blue apron foods”. Second you do not take Prosciutto and wrap it around a fuckin twix bar. You take prosciutto, when you can afford $25 a lb and you wrap it around melonballs or you make a fuckin sandwich. YOU DO NOT WRAP IT AROUND A FUCKING CANDY BAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would like to wrap a wrench around their fuckin heads.

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