Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Attack of the Hipster

First of all, this blog has turned us into monsters. 

We no longer live normal lives. We view our dates as "case-studies" to be examined later under the blog, scribble down conversations between girls like mad, and relish when a boy does something ridiculous because we just look at each other and say, "blog it." 

You are welcome for sacrificing our personal lives for the sake of strengthening the HOOD. 


Below is a conversation we recorded recently at a girls night. Mind you, our storyteller U.K. did incredibly funny voices when re-capping her awkward encounter. We will try and do it justice.

The characters:

U.K: A confident, savvy Spinster who has been around the block.
Boy: A radical hipster who has lost sight of reality in his quest to be unique, vintage and going against the current.

{Boy comes and sits down next to U.K. exchanges very little small talk before getting down to the nitty-gritty.}

Boy: What is your passion?

U.K: What?

Boy: Your passion. What is it?

U.K: Um, I don't know...What's your passion?

Boy: People. People are my passion. I love observing people. You can tell a lot about people by just watching them. In fact, I've been observing you all night."

U.K: K, what do you know about me?

{Boy is unable to say anything specific about her so he changes the subject}

Boy: Do you like music?

U.K: Yeah. Do you like music?

Boy: My life is music. Do you know...

{Goes on to name about 8 hipster indie-bands in a row without taking a breath}

U.K: Nope. Don't know any of those. 

{Boy not phased that he is not making a connection but rather proud of himself for knowing so many hipster bands}

U.K: So what else do you do?

Boy: What do you mean?

U.K: Do you go to school?

Boy: No.

U.K: Do you have a job?

Boy: No.

U.K: What do you do then?!


{Boy slightly concerned that he had not made it apparent enough that his life=indie music. Boy goes back to how he is people-saavy.}

Boy: You know, when I'm around different people I just change who I am. I kind of morph into who I think they would like me to be.

U.K: So you have no personality?

Boy: Are you okay with that?

{Whoa. Girl gett’in sassy and hipster still not understanding the irony.)

Later events include him having a slight panic attack when someone was taking his picture because he is going through a "non-picture taking" phase and fail after fail of picking up cues that U.K. wasn't his hipster bride. Finally, he stood up to leave but before walking away carefully massaged the cushion of the couch where he had been sitting.

Boy: I just can't stand to see my bum mark. You know like when you're sitting on grass and your bum leaves a mark? I just think, "Oh my gosh. I'm so fat."

The End.

Gertrude and Charlotte


  1. hahah! the bum mark? Oh my gosh. This is hilarious.

  2. hahahah laughed at loud at the bum mark part.

  3. what is this bum mark? i need to investigate.

  4. I take pride in my bum marks. I try to leave them in as many places as I can.

  5. Wow! I can't believe his reaction to the question to "So you have no personality?" I think I would then have to ask "Are YOU okay with that?"

  6. a boy who creepily observes girls from afar and then has zero answers to questions like "what do you know about me" after staying he can learn a lot from creepily watching girls, who doesn't go to school or work but spends his enire day listening to music, who morphs into a new person upon every new meeting because he has no sense of self, who goes through weird phases like avoiding cameras, who calls himself fat? that right there is my dream man. send him my number and we'll married within a month.

  7. thanks for the sweet comment fellow spinsters :) i just read through several of your posts and just DIED from your wit and humor. AMAZZZZZING. blog. i'm a follower for sure :)