This hipster beardo jerkoff just might be the king of infinite leisure time – more than any other hipster we’ve ever seen. (And boy, do they have a lot of leisure time) Watch as this lice chauffer runs around Manhattan slapping [mostly] real New Yorkers high-five as they try to hail cabs and get on with their day and JOBS!!! Oh Kyle, you’re so zany and quirky! Yes, I know, these people who are on their way to places and are not jumping around like toddlers in a hipster uniform are very strange and need to lighten up on responsibility and follow in your footsteps, right Kyle? But you know what Kyle? I actually want you to continue doing this as much as I hate it because you are increasing the chance of you getting flattened by a bus or truck. Enjoy your playcation in New York you fucking bearded pile of shit.
Did this father teach this spoiled cumstain of a son a lesson and send him on the right track eventually?
Or did he force him to pretend he has found his calling as an “artist” in the near future and will have his Daddy paying his way through a gentrification vacation in a “kewl” city near you?
I can absolutely see this whining bitchboy growing a beard and styling his hair in “just woke up” mode and moving to Bushwick to pretend to be an artist or “graphic designer” and simply just becoming one of those dime a dozen, identical, punchable hipster fucks we keep seeing come off the assembly line. I believe most Calebs and Haydens that you see have gone through this sort of thing prior to becoming world renowned artists.
Well look what we have here. An incredibly talented man – yet no big lice beard; no meaningless sleeve or neck tattoos; no exaggerated dorky glasses; no Bill the Butcher hat or zany moustache; no package of roll-your-own tobacco in sight; no ironic t-shirt; no fusion tacos; no “craft” ale; no teenage girl’s jeans; no indoor ski hat or scarf. No pretention. Nothing. No accessories needed when you have talent like this. This guy has more talent in one of his ass pimples or a pubic hair left on a toilet 20 years ago somewhere than every fucking hipster that ever moved to Brooklyn and that ever will.
Hipsters need all those accessories as distractions; its become a rite of passage into the world of being a talentless, worthless, space-wasting, homogenizing lemming. It allows you to be a fake artist in a community of fake artists. What’s happening in places like Brooklyn is that these hipsters are forcing themselves to believe that they are real artists and that they are part of something big – but they’re not. But if everybody believes, then it becomes real (in their heads). Then you have horrible journalists who are close cousins of the “artisan hipsters” getting into media and pushing this shit down everyone else’s throats. One massive circle jerk.
Make sure to watch to the end where he ignites the paper on the still-hot glass. This video reminded me [that hipsters suck] of some article I read a while back about that 3rd Ward place in Bushpointburg (that’s closed now). It had pictures and mentions of some mutton chopped transplanted wanna-be Ye Olde Blacksmith removing something red-hot from a kiln. I bet you that thirtysomething parentally funded fraud is long gone and back in his tree house in Wisconsin sipping on Sunny-D waiting for Mom to call him in for some Hamburger Helper. FUCK THESE PEOPLE!!!
Ahhhhh, the whimsical life of a Brooklyn Baby. Where babies go to ‘Smorgusburg’ to get artisanal rooftop beets and pickles from a bearded man; where Molly sells kale marmalade. Then off to the carousel where another bearded man with plaid shirt and thick framed glasses awaits. Yes THIS IS BROOKLYN – from the perspective of someone who has only been to about two Brooklyn zip codes since their arrival.
Someone on Twitter sent me a message yesterday related to this story and I couldn’t have said it any better myself. She said: “I hate that these babies get to say they’re born and raised in Brooklyn. That isn’t going to mean what it used to.”
You’ve either said it or heard the phrase at some point: “Hipsters ruin everything.” You would think that they couldn’t possibly ruin a nationwide viral ALS fundraising craze – but they did. Look at this Colby letting us know that, YES!, he lives in an overpriced or gentrified “naaaabe” or is closely associated with the hipster hot spot, the Gowanus Canal; probably a gold member of the Gowanus Oyster & Yacht Club. I’m quite sure he hasn’t seen the friend he mentions whose Dad has ALS since 3rd grade in suburban Michigan; this was just an outlet for a LOOOOOOOOK AT MEEEEEEE hipster moment. Throw in some dry ice and fish heads, put it on YouTube and not just on your personal Facebook timeline, and you’ve definitely fulfilled your need for attention that day. Notice how his girlfriend has an easier time lifting that bucket than him? I really hope he gets Gonorrhea, fast. Man those dumb fucking hipster transplants really love that Superfund site water don’t they?
I’m simply baffled by how these carbon copied, off-the-assembly-line, try-hards are not embarrassed to emulate one another year after year after year. How can you bare to look and act exactly like your gentrification neighbors in Apt. 2A, 2B, 2C, 3B, 4C, etc, etc????
Just look at this fucking Ethan: dorky hat, bird nest beard, skate board and umbilical cord arms – right off the assembly line. He goes by the name “Wizard Skull”, oooooooooooo, and his art??? Ronald McDonald wheat paste cartoons showing French fry pubes. Tee hee hee! You did it Ethan!!! Congrats on being the 884th transplanted wheat paster douche roaming the industrial, gritty, “YET SAFE NOW” Central East Upper Bushpointburg streets and gaining attention on blogs that also post dog shit as art and on Bushwick gentrification blogs.
Score one for the natives and normal people! A kidult kickball league that was playing alcohol-fueled kickball games on LES school grounds and not allowing actual children to use the space has been banned from playing. GO BACK TO YOUR FUCKING CUL-DE-SACS you spoiled, out-of-place pussies. Just go.
Nick Rizzo: sounds like a Brooklynite right? Wrong. Probably some made-up name to sound authentic.
Williamsburg/Greenpoint has the youngest Democratic primary voters in the city. Superficially, I look and behave very differently from almost all politicians. I have a beard and a tattoo, I never campaign in a suit, I ride my bike everywhere, and I smoke hand-rolled cigarettes.
I can only wish the headline of this post was true. But over the weekend, a ‘dust devil’ appeared on a baseball field at McCarren Park – home of the infinite leisure time hipster. So this Grover-voiced and Grover-physiqued hipster whipped out his phone and caught it on video. Notice the video he uploaded to YouTube is titled “Dirtbag Hipster Twister” as if he hates hipsters. Yet this is him:
Now, you tell me he doesn’t sound like Grover?