That being said, shall we move on to the pressing issues of the day? I think so. First, Hipster Chicks. Love 'em. Hard. You should know that I am a one woman man and I have found that one woman. You should also know that I can still appreciate a beautiful woman with a great sense of style and a "Pre-Law-be-damned" mentality. Kansas City is a hub for twenty-somethings who spent their high-school days in the lowest level hell that is suburbia and then moved into the city (on their parents' dollar) and submerged themselves into predictable record shops, coffee houses much like the one I am currently sitting in, and a variety of vegan/vegetarian/middle-eastern/organic restaurants. Now, understanding that sentence length in no way serves to better a point, let's pick at this thought for a minute. I feel that everyone, some more so than others, is on their own existential journey. If you're not learning something new about yourself and your world everyday then you're probably not awake. And for some people, this journey leads them into this Ten-Speed/Skinny Jean subculture the same way other people end up wearing Docker's and working for Wyndham---gross. For a long time I felt that the hipster culture was a pretentious one. Because it is. However, I discovered that, because everyone is on their own journey and ever-changing life stages are inevitable, this hipster phase is probably the best case scenario. Why? Because girls look Cute-pocolypse in skinny jeans, pearls, scarves, Jackie O-esque hairstyles, and thick-rimmed glasses. Girls look Slut-a-tron in Uggs, sweatpants, sorority tanks, fake tans, and bleached hair with black roots. That's simple science. So, to sum up: twenty-five year olds dressed like Twiggy, smoking after church, driving Volvos, and living entirely off their daddy's check book while they "explore the poorer sides of the city and get in touch with their artistic sides" is justified by fashion and good looks.
Also, Clapton rules.
