Wow. I just can’t believe this. Over the years I must’ve mentioned atleast 100 times how fly-over state, transplanted, fauxhemian, hipster fucks got rewarded over the years from Mommy with Rice Krispy Treats for things like smearing diaper shit on their heads at age 2; gluing macaroni to paper at age 5; losing a soccer game at age 12; finishing a video game at age 16; finishing 100,000 liberal arts college at age 21; moving out of the cul-de-sac in Iowa and into a loft in Brooklyn at age 28; winning a McCarren Park kickball game at age 30.
Well a diehipster.com reader recently was forced into going to some cruelty-free, sustainable hipster wedding and would you fucking believe it????? The wedding cake was one giant RICE KRISPY FUCKIN’ TREAT! I think I’ve seen it all now. I must now jump out my window. Goodbye.
How does one even parody this? I’m at a loss for words here.
Like yah man you just like don’t understand and stuff I mean… it’s like yah art and whimsical
“It’s, like, IRONIC.”
You should try to land on the cake on your way down. It might save your life. Just make sure to not end up strawberry jam on the cake: these fuckers would probably use your remains as ART ART ART on their squashed rice cake and somehow profit from them. In that case, aim to land on the newly wed hipster couple: their relatives would have to change the JUST MARRIED banner into JUST SQUASHED. You might still die, but at least you took those fuckers with you. Heh heh.
Jesus, even CNN can see these fuckers as manchildren cracking fuckwads: http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/sexist/2009/08/11/adult-kickball-is-moreabout-fucking-not-kicking/ Lots of butthurt in the comment section, but what else do you expect from these guys?
“Plays in the heart of Adams Morgan at Marie Reed Elementary!” – why does this just figure? Adams Morgan is the SINGLE MOST PUSSIFIED part of DC; it makes the High Line and Times Square look undeveloped. BTW, here’s one of the fine folks who either support you legislatively or lobby for your “interests” in DC:
https://secure.flickr.com/photos/dckickball/3410987276/in/pool-best-of-dckickball/
Now about that ice cave in Switzerland…
Are you SERIOUS?!?! granted i haven’t been in D.C. sense 94. I was born there i was there during the Riots in the early 90′s, i would walk to day care and grade school walking past junkies shitting in the street . Shit the shotgun stalker was just smoking crack and driving by random people shooting them in Adams Morgan . it was violet as all fuck what did those hipsters do .. makes me happy im 40 now
I was also in DC in the early 90s when Adams Morgan had real bohemians and Dupont Circle was the “gay area”. I use to go see some bands play at the “Sanctuary Theater” in nearby Mt. Pleasant during the early 90s. I was actually in Mt Pleasant during the summer of 92 (when the cops and Salvis were going at it) to catch a gig. Hipsters would’ve been eaten alive back then.
Dunno about how pussified Adams Morgan is. I had a crackhead take a shit in my backyard 4 years ago, and a friend of mine got jumped by 4-5 kids and got his jaw broken 6 years back. Definitely better now, but the most pussified part of DC continues to be Georgetown, followed by AU, Cleveland Park, etc.
When I visited Georgetown in ’99, I could see how it had changed from ’93 but it was still recognizable. It wasn’t like in 91-93 when gangs of obnoxious “yo-boys” from projects would hang out downtown. Our spot was the exorcist steps, in front of “Smash” (record store) or the canals. I saw Georgetown in 2007 and I couldn’t recognize the place. Total pussification. From what I heard (but never confirmed), the U Street-Cordoza / WUST Hall area has also fallen to gentrification/pussification.
You wouldn’t even believe. I can think of 8 condo developments off the top of my head on 14th St that are either under construction or slated for construction within 12 months.
Condos on 14th? Damn. Just damn. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. When I stopped at a bar (The Asylum moved to a different location) in that area back in ’99 (after 4 years in the Southwest), the crowd was more “college” and a far cry from the crowd I remembered.
oops, meant “would hang out in Georgtown” . . bleh . .
Aw man, I remember Smash. I used to make my rounds from Smash to Orpheus Records waaay up to Commander Salamander, to the comic book shop a couple of blocks up Wisconsin from CS, then back down to M St. I lived in Northern VA 1990-2004.
“Adams Morgan is a culturally diverse community with lot of restaurants, nightclubs, coffee houses, bars, bookstores, art galleries and unique specialty shops. Neighborhood restaurants feature cuisine from just about everywhere from Ethiopia and Vietnam to Latin America and the Caribbean. Adams Morgan is the center of Washington, DC’s liveliest nightlife and is popular with young professionals.”
http://dc.about.com/od/neigborhoodprofiles/p/AdamsMorgan.htm
Disneyland/Georgetown east…
Jesus Christ – I’m willing to bet that those bottles on the table are filled with Sunny D.
And Everclear.
Paired with mimosas made with Sunny D…
Haha….was just going to ask where the Sunny D fountain was.
The sad part is that chewy monstrosity probably cost hundreds of dollars.
Well duh it’s clearly artisanal.
I would never expect to see a rice krispy cake at anything over a 10 year old’s birthday party. That’s all I know.
Hopefully DH doesn’t really jump and can continue to post hilarious lines like that last one about jumping.
Totally unrelated, but I saw a news story last night about some “urban explorers” who had to be rescued from one of the old flour mills in Minneapolis. I could have sworn that they said that they had to be recued because they were too tired to get back out, but I wasn’t sure so I had to go and watch the piece again this morning. Sure enough, a couple of almost certainly 30- or 40- something transplanted “artists” go climbing around the very same tunnels that KIDS have been climbing around in for generations and get too tired to get themselves back out. Unbelievable. They didn’t get stuck. They didn’t get injured. They had to have firefighters get them out of private property they were trespassing on as grown men because they got tired.
That pretty much says it all about hipsters.
Maybe their moms will have a rice krispy treat cake for them when they drive up from Iowa to bail them out of jail…
http://www.myfoxtwincities.com/story/19328908/urban-explorer-rescued-stanthony-main-minneapolis
Thanks for the link. I now know that he only thing more annoying than a nasal, whiny New York accent is a nasal, whiny MinneDak accent. Stay on the farm, Ignatz…
Oh yeah I was going to say something about how the reporter totally has that honking voice that everyone’s always talking about on here.
Damn. It amazes me how what one may say about hipsters, mainly in jest, can turn out to be 100% true a few days later in a news report. The hiptard’s lack of upper body strength is a running joke on DH, but this takes the cake.
“but his muscles cramped up” hahahahaha. What fucking muscles?
2 adult pussy yupsters with expensive top-of-line climbing gear nasally honking for help from a drain pipe and then get rescued by real men. Aren’t they fucking ashamed of themselves? I’m sure the firefighters were laughing their asses off after initially being annoyed by these worthless pussies.
Cramps? They couldn’t pack some water or electrolyte drink? Fuck. I’ve dealt with painful cramps before without calling 911. (I’m sure most of us have here.) I was alone. I just waited till the pain subsided till I could suck it up and get to water or electrolytes. Or force stretch and massage the cramp away BECAUSE I HAD NO CHOICE and simply made do.
Rockaway Taco line waiter $50 (Rockaway Beach)
Date: 2012-08-12, 8:30PM EDT
This summer the lines at New York City’s beaches are longer than ever. My kids want nothing more than to share those coveted Instagram Pictures of the fish, chips, guacamole and chorizo goodness at Rockaway Taco.
Looking to hire someone for Saturdays until labor day to wait in line at Rockaway Taco while we are at the beach. Here’s how it works: Wait in line while we’re at the beach. Should take about half an hour to forty-five minutes. Then you text me when you get close to the front of the line, let us know of any specials and be sure to mention how much (I’ll give you money since they’re cash-only). We text back with our order then and make our way back from the beach and sit across the street. Bring us our drinks and the change and then wait at the pick up window. Then you bring us our food and you’re done for the day! Payment upon delivery of food. We’ll take our own trash to the barrel.
Must have valid SS# or work permits. Candidates must be professional and discreet. Have a great week!
Location: Rockaway Beach
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*Yuppie* job creation. They also forgot the clown suit requirement.
I’d love to take this job, I’d deliver to them a taco mixed with the essence of my sack sweat.
GGGGRRRRR!!! VOMIT!!! GAG CHOKE RETCH!
Guys,
Check out Brooklyn Papers coverage of the shuttle buses to Rockaway from…………….WILLIAMSBURG!
Pictures are good too. Why does this people always look the same. Open comments so drop some hipster hate in the the comments section:
http://www.brooklynpaper.com/stories/35/34/all_rockawaybuswar_2012_08_24_bk.html?comm=1#feedback
I love your input in the “Comments” section. But the pictures? “Stylish Passengers”???? How about “unimaginative Xerox copies of filthy loafers sacrificing personal hygeine to make an exhausted ironic statement”? That is more accurate, as the pictures clearly reveal. The stink under those summer dresses must make for a ripe bus ride.
I think the driver should detour, head north, and abandon the whole loaded bus on Main Street in Flushing. Poor fuckers will think they’re in Beijing.
Flushing, by the way, is loaded with real people who actually work for a living.
That fact would further confuse them, of course.
That school bus should be a short one.
And I’ll bet those Rice Krispy Treats were the store-bought ones. Lazy bastards.
Yep, excelent input in the comments section. On a realted “Rockaway” note, I really wish the NYT (which I otherwise like) would stop writing about the Rockaways. This is the second article in less than a week. Stop!! Just shut up about it already!! Where else are these hipster-turds getting the idea to go out there? Just.Stop.Now!!!
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/22/nyregion/jacob-riis-bathhouse-envisioned-as-park-centerpiece-looks-abandoned.html?ref=nyregion
Their Arts editors are lazy. So many beach communities around the area and they use that one as a default.
In skater speak this is called ‘blowing a spot’. It’s really a no-no.
Poor Rockaways residents. Hopefully the hipsters won’t be too weak to clean up after themselves.
That is so edgy, they are rising a yellow school bus.
That would make a good instagram photo.
“I don’t know what to do with the females but at least they have better defined arms than Mr. Salty looked beta-males.”
LOL bringing it!
Oh, and Transplant from Here To Stay has quite the case of butthurt. Sounds like someone really needs some relief. Having something jammed up there besides his head should make things better, shouldn’t it?
SwampYankee, nice comments there. Thanks
Great Comments on the Brooklyn Paper site. By the way notice the condescension on the part of the interloper or what ever he calls himself… he should be run over by that bus!
The condescending interloper is a typical ivory tower snot bag who plunked himself here because ‘it’s safe now.’ One the one hand he bleats his compassion for the little people and that the government should take care of them by raising taxes and then in the same breath berates a real New Yorker by trying to insult him with accusations of having a lowly city job.
One of the great things about NY natives, especially those from NYC, and that I’ve always admired is their quick ability with insults. I mean, to go all the way there and then cry about being insulted by a real NY-er? Are you kidding me? It would be awesome!
I’m not being a smart ass either. I mean it. I’ve met several ‘yankees’ in my time and the ones from NYC are, hands down, the fastest on their feet with a come back AND creative as hell about it. In fact, that so many people could routinely insult each other WITHOUT resorting to actual violence speaks to something, not detracts from it. The same words in areas of LA would get your head blown off because of whatever inability to handle just words. And that’s how hipsters strike me. They start whining and crying at the drop of a hat when, usually, it’s someone insulting them in reply to some snobby, snarky thing they’ve said. Well…duhhh…of course they get ‘insulted’.
They’re not gonna be happy till that whole city looks like Tupelo or kentuckyanasota or some other wonder bread world.
“The End of the Alternative Media”
Alternative represented the hipster ethos of being different for difference’s sake. It’s why every indie quarter boasts signs like, “Keep Portland Weird” and “Keep Austin Weird”, not to mention “Keep Berkeley Weird”. But how do you stay weird when everyone is trying to be weird at the same time? What does weirdness even mean when everyone is weird and doing their best to get a condo in weirdsville, only to move out in protest because weirdsville isn’t weird enough anymore?
In a rebellious culture, rebellion is meaningless. It has no form and shape, no substance and no direction. All that’s left is the trendy steeplechase of fashion, doing things until other people begin doing them and then quickly moving on to doing something else.And that search for alternative purity becomes eminently mockable for its transparent shallowness.
http://sultanknish.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-end-of-alternative-media.html
That article is one of the most intelligent articles to ever be written by an idiot.
Agree that in the heart of whiteness – Portland, OR, it looks like it’s hip to be square, since everyone wants to be weird, or what the alternative press and the attempts at mainstream media see as “weird” or “hip”.
The nerd is now hip, since the nerd is seen as square, what with the nerd’s wanting to make things work at their job and having a pretty normal home life, except when they go to furry conventions. (What happens at Anthrocon, stays at Anthrocon.)
But I don’t think that political conservatism is “hip to be square” – once you get above a certain level, the rough edges tend to get filed down on both sides, and any non-scripted comment is seen as a gaffe.
This isn’t following any thread but I must write to you dear Hipster beater. When I am aggravated or annoyed or even a bit sad I go to the Hipster beating of the day and I feel so much better! You make me laugh, thanks!
No problem! You’re welcome.
I’ve found myself using “end of story” regularly in every day conversation, and I think it comes from reading hipster beatings. Sometimes it really comes in handy. For example, the following was said to my roommate: “If you don’t like cockroaches, then start washing dishes. End of story.”
Yea, me too. I think Mr. Diehipster started something and got many of us saying that in everyday life. At work: “What you gonna complain because the copy machine broke? call the repair guy. End of story” Thank you Mr. Diehipster!
The poor bartender must have had to keep up his supply of juice boxes. Did they play “Duck-Duck-Goose” instead of dancing?
They did, but since they are just so zany, they called it Duck Duck Brooklyn
Looks delicious if you ask me, lol. Not a big fan of regular cake- it usually makes me feel ill. >.<
As heartbreaking as this wedding cake’s symbol is as a representation of the stupefication of adults who worship at the altar of Trends and Fads and Almost_Now, please do not do abandon those of us determined to carry on in spite of the devestation left behind by the locust hordes. Your suicide would be instantly interpreted by them as….that’s right….VALIDATION. For gods sakes man, come to your senses!!
Way to make rice krispy treats look unappetizing.
I’d like to whip up a little bit of 70′s pop-culture on these morons by sneaking some straight pins into the treats.
Naah. Since they’re all obsessed with bodily functions, two or three good wanks and a loogie will get more satisfaction.
I’m convinced that the reason behind the cake is two-fold, with the hipsterism, believe it or not, quite possibly being secondary. I’m guessing that mommy and daddy actually had the audacity to make them foot the bill for their own wedding (okay, at least the cake), and the Rice Krispy Treats idea allowed them to be the true cheapskates they are, while managing to look clever. I would bet anything that the bride’s bouquet was comprised of locally-gathered, curb-side weed flowers.
I hate to say it, Cheryl, but that cake is far too professional-looking for it to be a case of saving money. If anything, this one cost a pretty penny. No, this was requested, with the bride and groom giggling like Whip-Its addicts about how everyone will remember their wedding. (It’ll make the pain a little less when the divorce papers are final in two or three years.)
I do not understand why hipsters chose to ruin rice crispy treats.
A few years ago somebody gave me one of those individually packaged crispy treats. They are made by Kellogs in the silver and blue wrappers. Those have addictive drugs incorporated into the recipe, they are not ordinary crispy treats. I could eat boxes of those….
But anyway, the hipster wedding cake has nothing at all to do about crispy treats. It is just a bunch of hipsters saying LOOK AT MEEEEEE. LOOK AT MY RETARDED FUCKING CAKE.
Hey, let’s all get together and wear the same stupid black glasses and take our poor attitudes to make a cake that insults everyone during our own marriage service. How pathetic is that?
“I do not understand why hipsters chose to ruin rice crispy treats.”
You should already know by now – hipsters ruin everything.
It’s just like AutoTune – “Hipsters make everything worse.”
They probably put on cone hats and played pin the tail on the donkey. Every attendee received a personally engraved trophy that said “You’re Number One!” The appetizer consisted of local, sustainable celery sticks served with peanut-free peanut butter. They all have allergies since they never left the house until age 25. The night ended with a 200-person game of duck duck goose while the talentless, pro bono garage band botched another Dinosaur Jr. song.
As much as I think Rice Krispie Treats are delicious, this is one of the most obnoxiously horrible-looking “different for the sake of being different” elements ever placed at a wedding. I am interested in hearing about how other parts of the ceremony went down. Was there a PBR fountain at the reception with tattooed Noahs bathing in it?
And in a similar vein:
Goddamn corn-fed Leave It To Beaver inbred flyover hillbilly Midwest trash.
It wouldn’t surprise me if those orange stripes were fruit roll-ups. Hipsters sink to new depths every day.
After having seen someone show how to make fruit roll-up edible underwear, nothing surprises me any more.
Are you fucking kidding me? That thing looks absolutely disgusting.I can only imagine how crafty and ironic the rest of the wedding fare was.
Speaking of idiotic hipster weddings, I’ll just leave this here in case anyone missed it last year.
http://www.etsy.com/blog/en/2011/handmade-weddings-depression-era-hobo/
And here’s the only appropriate response to that wedding:
http://www.regretsy.com/2011/08/02/its-called-poverty-youve-probably-never-heard-of-it/
Indeed. That particular display of oblivious, self-absorbed asshattery is now what comes to mind whenever I hear about anything related to hipster wedding kitsch. Really makes you feel dirty.
Oh, you should have read the insane butthurt commentary from friends and family. Not only did they not understand why this was so tacky and arrogant, but they repeatedly bellowed the hipster distress call: “Quit picking on me! I just wanted to have FUN!”
Oh yes, I recall the intense butthurt fallout from the Regretsy post. If that reaction doesn’t prove that hipsterdom is a form of mental illness, then I don’t know what does.
Utterly hateful.
On one hand, there’s the sheer apathy and lack of empathy required to be that unaware of the hardships that still exists in their own country, let alone the rest of the world. On the other, there’s the fact that despite this, they claim to be liberal.
On one hand, there’s the childish failure to understand the subject matter. On the other, there’s the fact that despite this, they claim to be intellectual. If they were as intellectual as they claim, and truly interested in this subject, simply reading The Grapes of Wrath would tell them what an awful idea this is.
They see fit to mock a group of people who had to stoop to such conditions simply in order to stay alive, and fight daily to make their lives and their families’ lives even remotely liveable. And yet they themselves, who have had all the opportunities one could possibly ask for, freely choose to humiliate themselves, making themselves weaker and dirtier and making their lives worse on purpose. Often with money from parents who would have heard first-hand from their own parents about exactly what it means to have that money, exactly what it means to be able to lift yourself above looking weak and shameful, exactly how their family might have felt if they could see their future generations with access to such wealth.
One person had the staggering nerve to quote “The Lottery” in the comments section, comparing the couple to the woman being stoned, and the commenters to the villagers – because quoting classic literature about suffering and oppression is cool and intellectual when you’re implying that the oppressors are those rubes you’re so obviously superior to. When that literature can be turned on you, by people who might actually have had to think about what it means, or might have seen similar things take place in their actual lives, it’s a buzzkill and it spoils your little ironic clever-people party.
Being all bohemian and intellectual is great when you don’t have to back it up with anything resembling common sense or basic human compassion, isn’t it?
Hipturds are little more than limousine liberals in bohemian/subcultural trappings. The beliefs and convictions only go as deep as their comfort level and their need to look “cool” in the eyes of their peers will allow. Hipsters are the ultimate posers.
The couple reacted fairly violently to the internet criticism their poverty chic wedding sparked. It was amusing to see them dig a deeper and deeper hole for themselves — particularly when they had the audacity to describe themselves as “poor,” and then said they had been “frugal” by “only” spending 15K on their little hobo shindig. ONLY 15K to dress up and playact as destitute people for a day. Only in the privileged, well-fed parallel universe known as hipster world can this disconnect possibly seem rational.
Oh, Holy Shit! This really steams my balls! My parents poor relations wore feed sack clothes back in the Depression and trust me, they didn’t look upon the memory with nostalgia. These clothes marked them as poor white trash and they were ridiculed by kids just a little better off than they were. The fact that these hiptards pay top dollar to wear the clothes that were symbols of shame to oppressed people in true poverty illustrates their skewed view of history. ” Oh to have been there in the hobo days forced to travel the rails to seek work while being beaten by rail yard bulls and hunkering in the rain in a hobo jungle eating mulligan from a coffee can, covered in lice and going blind from bad moonshine.” They aren’t nostalgic for the past, they’re nostalgic for Frank Capra movies!
LET THE HATE FLOW THROUGH YOU, YOUNG HIPSTER BEATER.
Wish we could send them back in time to really experience it.
The only thing that would have been in worse taste would have been the Homeless Themed Wedding, where you have to hop into a dumpster to get your meal, drink Mad Dog out of a paper bag instead of a champagne toast, everyone must refrain from bathing for a week beforehand, the bride and groom walk down the aisle with carts carrying their worldly possessions, guests panhandle for the happy couple, and the honeymoon is spent sleeping on the sidewalk. Dress is “Homeless Casual!”
Artisanal Aidyn: “Hey man, Rice Krispies are made by Kellogg’s and Kellogg’s is pretty mainstream, dude.”
Nasal Nathan: “Yeah, that’s how it’s ironic.”
I know, not Brooklyn or Hipster per se but very relevant to the spirit of this blog, the comments regarding Jeremiah Vanishing NY’S great op-ed on the High Line in today’s NY Times.
http://vanishingnewyork.blogspot.com/2012/08/disney-world-on-hudson.html
The NYT promotes these things and then writes about how it’s all gone down the drain because it’s popular. Rinse, lather, repeat.
xdddddddddddddd
It’s OK. If you drink enough and take your meds it’ll go away.
For some reason it reminds me of the redneck wedding cake made out of Ding-Dongs and Twinkies.
http://bootsandbraids.com/images/weddingcake4.jpg
Disgusting and “white trash” as it comes. I used to love Rice Crispies (for breakfast with a bowl and milk and spoon and all that) but every time my mother would buy a box, my stupid sister would turn them into this shit.
Why why WHY?
Even a cupcake wedding cake would have been better than this.
I thought of hipster art when I saw this:
“Spanish fresco restoration botched by amateur”
“The once-dignified portrait now resembles a crayon sketch of a very hairy monkey in an ill-fitting tunic, he says.”
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-19349921
Poor old lady. Still, I had to laugh.
ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is incredibly sad. A love made of marshmallows and puffed rice.
But then isn’t that the very essence of hipsterism?
You nailed it there. Marshmallows and puffed rice have no substance, same as hipsters and anything they do.
sad, but so undeniably true:
excellent, thanks for this
^5! LOL…i wonder how many butthurt emails they got for this great vid.
And for those who are desperately sick and tired of urban beekeepers, get ready for when beekeeping gets merged with interpretive dance:
Too bad they weren’t Africanized killer bees. Now that would’ve been entertaining!
Why? Oh, never mind.
This reminds me of the time there was a bunch of interpretive dancers practicing their jerky, spastic moves on the waterfront down the block. I was out with my two big dogs, a Rotti mix and his little sidekick, a german shepard mix. The two dogs noticed them hopping, weaving, and bopping around and locked their eyes on these freaks. They probably thought those idiots were wounded animals or something. I could feel it coming and suddenly the bigger one just took off at them running full speed with his buddy right behind him. I’d never seen my dogs do anything like that before. It was kind of funny, but I had to stop them. Dogs were probably thinking ‘fuck this!’, ‘let’s just take them out’. Good thing they were obedient dogs. But man, was it ever funny!
Alls I needed was 10 seconds to know how uber pretentious that was going to be, but I lasted 40 seconds. That’s all. I couldn’t take any more than that! lol
You lasted longer than I did, my friend. This sort of gag is an old bit with beekeepers: “Look at the incredible beard made of bees!” Once you get past the fact that the bees are loaded with honey, and therefore disinclined to sting, this really isn’t all that impressive other than to try-hards. Now, if she were juggling Australian brown snakes like this, then I’d be impressed, but only if she lived a full ten minutes after doing something that stupid.
Does PETA know about this? She’s imprisoned a queen bee in a box hung from her neck to entice the hive to crawl around her naked breasts so she can record it and put it on YouTube. Animal exploitation!
Been home sick. Stumbled on the site. Can’t stop reading.
Question: Gentrification is changing your world in ways that you hate. Is there any effective non-violent action you can take?
Vote the bastards out of office. HAHAHAHAHA…
They’re so busy killing themselves by putting themselves in harms way with urban exploring, poisoning each other with poorly made acid, and starving themselves by drinking nothing but coconut water it’s more just a matter of waiting, watching, and laughing as they whine, cry, or die.
Okay, I’m as hard a boiled a hard core New Yorker as you’d wanna meet, but I love rice krispy treats, dammit.
I like them too – how can you not. It’s just become a metaphor for coddled culdesacians on this site that were over-praised for every win and loss during the childhoods.
I bet they probably make their rice krispy treats with margarine, the little fucks. What they hell do they know? I met a girl from Indiana who said she puts eggs in lasagna. In LASAGNA!
Eggs? Lasagna? I’m getting nauseous just reading that.
Hoosiers pour ranch dressing on pizza, too.
Nauseated.
EWWW!
Why do you think eggs in lasagna is unusual? Hard boiled eggs were a common replacement for far more expensive meat among poor Italians throughout Italy and they brought the practice with them here, which has survived in many Italian families to this day. If you haven’t had eggs in your spaghetti sauce, or any marinara, at some point, then you’re missing out man. Some people put eggplant in their lasagna as well. Speaking of eggplant ( you went and got me started ), fried eggplant done right, (you’ll have to crack a couple of EGGS lol ), and covered in sauce and mozzarella can be like eating a steak!
Try it, you’ll like it!!
My grandmother from Italy puts AN EGG in the ricotta so that it holds together when the lasagne bakes.
You sure this is hipster? Not just merely redneck? Could’ve sworn the rednecks have been doing the giant rice krispy treat thing for decades.
Er, that is to also say it’s nothing original or innovative if it’s been done for decades. I notice how the background in the photo is gussied up nicer than what I would expect for a redneck wedding.
White trash, yes. Redneck, no. Redneck doesn’t always equal white trash even though the lines between the two get pretty blurred. Having lived in the south and southwest for a bit, and having dealt with a lot of them in the service, I can tell you the average redneck wouldn’t take too kindly to a RK cake.
LOL-ing at these distinctions.
Redneck is a term for the native born rural southerner. Poor or rich, it’s irrelevant.
Hicks for the rural Yankee.
White trash is considered a particularly rude term and rudeness is not well regarded in the South. Generally it has been a term of disgust if there is race mixing going on and aimed at the white person in the relationship. The most country redneck would have to be pushed pretty hard to call a poor white person ‘white trash’ to their face. Now, behind their backs…totally different story but again, depends on the crowd.
NONE of them would be impressed with a rice krispy treat as a wedding cake but rather wonder inwardly at what point for them family tree had failed to branch. At a pig picking, it would be alright. At a wedding? No. You’d hear the same kind of griping you would at most weddings if the guests were dissatisfied with the food presented lol
The term “redneck” derives from a symptom of pellagra, a nutrient deficiency caused by the corn dependent diet of the poor rural south. It left a red, corrugated rash around the neck of Caucasians and was used as an insult by higher class whites.
“white trash” was first used by the upper class before being appropriated by African Americans.
Rednecks turned the insult into a self identifier but no one accepts “white trash” and it will still get your ass kicked in Kentucky.
BTW isn’t it odd that you can call a Caucasian “white trash” without legal repercussions but calling an African American “black trash” is a hate crime?
Here’s another oddity about expressing race and origin: I have neighbors from Algeria, Africa who are of Berber extraction with light skin. They are becoming citizens but were told not to describe themselves on documents as African Americans even though they are from Africa and will be Americans. They are really puzzled by this
Welcome to America, we don’t understand it either.
IM not even kidding, my wife a nd kids made the same thing for a birthday party. They did not put a bow on it or expect it to be some masterpiece
I dig Rice Krispies Treats. I remember back in the day they used to make Rice Krispies treats cereal…that lasted only a short time.
Honestly, this cake looks gross. I can imagine there was alot of this leftover after the fact and just thrown out.
Come on guys, this isn’t just any rice crispy cake! You just know the nimrods who created this thing used responsibly harvested brown rice, sustainably grown cocoanut palm sugar in organic marshmellows. The caterer probably works out of a retrofitted green brownstone on Dean Street between 4th and 5th that used to be a crack house
They do realize rice krispy treats aren’t vegan right? dilemma of their lifetime