hipsters

I cuff my pants like this guy. Oh, and I let my stripy socks peek out, too.

Some would say I'm a hipster (Need A Definition? Click Here). And it would only make me more of a hipster to say that I am not. But here are some things about me, hipster or not, that are tried and true:


Shakespeare was my first love, J.D. Salinger came next. But it's more of a polygamist thing. As in, Shakespeare is not my "ex." Then came Bob Dylan.


I enjoy listening to vinyl (very 'hip'), but did not come to it until my boyfriend introduced me. Speaking of, my boyfriend is awesome at Plants versus Zombies, recovering from injuries, and ultimate frisbee. Oh, and he built me an amazing fixed gear bicycle. So, I guess we're a hipster couple?


I am writing this post at The Bitter End Coffeehouse, drinking a Cafe au Lait, listening to Ella Fitzgerald, about to write (in pen!) my dear friend Marcela after texting my dad on my iPhone. 


I prefer "old" to "new," most of the time - i.e. vintage clothing or furniture (though I can usually only afford the Target knock-offs of such items) to American Eagle; classic jazz to Lady Gaga; old books with awesomely embossed hard covers to new design-y paperbacks, etc. (Examples of "new" that I like: new milk, new babies, my new license that states I am now a horizontal resident of Michigan).


My favorite movies are spoken in French or written intelligently or both.


My dad has an iPad, and he knows how to use his iPhone better than I know how to use mine.


I secretly wish (whelp! not a secret anymore!) that I could paint or draw or do something artistic really well. I dabble in it, but nothing I am confident enough to share. (See: the absence of any piece of artwork I have done... hey, I said I wasn't confident enough!)


I have about... a million coffee mugs. And fully intend on purchasing more. 


My teapot (ahem, sorry... Elliot's teapot), my french press, and my coffee maker are my three favorite kitchen machines. I say 'machine' because they literally work enough to say they work like machines. 


My major entails me to be proactive in feminist literature, to think deeply, to develop theories about society, and to write... a lot. I love it, every minute of it. My minor entails me to consider how I will take little to no money and help people with little to no money. Basically just one hipster just helping another hipster out.


I feel a need to copy edit almost any piece of written work. 


I am moving to Portland to study at a midwifery school for three years and I've decided to sell my car to get there. No worries, my fixie and public transit will take care of me.


When I'm bored I play around on Photoshop or InDesign (that's how my blog's background came to be). 


I store random things in pretty mugs, painted tins, and Ball Jars.






So, this is just a short list (if you can believe that) of random things about me that are hipster-like or just things about me that I thought someone, somewhere would be interested in.


And, if after reading this you still or even more so classify me as a hipster, all I have to say is, "you could have done better but I don’t mind." Sorry if I wasted your precious time just to affirm your already solid view of me :) 


From one phony to the next, 
SSB