no more polite lol's for you, dede.

i am not particularly fond of bruno mars. actually, i don't like either of his singles that he has out. the reason is pretty simple; i think he is a liar. look, as nice as the sentiment is, almost no one is "beautiful just the way you are" and to me it kind of feels like you are using that as a line. it is a good line though because let's admit it, how many of us would like to feel like we are beautiful (i mean like stunning, together, attractive, the stuff people judge you externally on) when you rolled out of bed? yeah it would be awesome. second, no you would not catch a "grenade" for me or anyone else. i'm calling your bluff, bruno mars. it is an empty gesture. jeremy and i have discussed this quite a bit before. it would be like saying i'd catch a javelin for you, i'd fight a polar bear for you or i'd come change a flat tire for you. come on bruno. get real. and then he did. he got real and i am very pleased. he came out with a song called the lazy song. everything about it, even the title is perfect and for once, it's completely realistic. "today i don't feel like doing anything." speak on it, bruno. you've got me now. but seriously, don't make a single about walking into a burning house for a girl. then we are done again.

the first day of spring was technically sunday but far be it for michigan to get the memo. in fact, we have a winter storm watch for this evening. there's something new to look forward to (sarcasm.) i don't know if it has something to do with the continued gray skies, the threat of more snow or the fact that i feel like i haven't slept in two days even though i have but i am crankier than usual. and this crankiness got me thinking because thinking is more fun than working. i was thinking about detroit and a festival that happened here this weekend, marche de le nain rouge which apparently caused the city to be over run by hipsters. hipsters...

on saturday, my friend dave texted me to tell me that he may have found the place where all hipsters came from. he was probably right; i have to assume that hipsters originated in los angeles. maybe new york if not la. i asked if there was a fountain of PBR and a never ending supply of american spirit cigarettes on a collection of mismatched, random, "vintage" coffee tables and weird boots growing on trees. i figure it has to be a land where there is lots of flannel and mustaches. and this place... would be my personal hell.

here is the thing about hipsters that makes me crazy. it's actually the same thing that makes me crazy about most hippies too. i have an issue when the very reason for your existence is to tell me that you think you are better than me or everyone else for that matter. i'm a vegetarian too, but that doesn't make me better or worse than any of my friends who would mainline bacon if there was a way to do it. and i don't do it for the environment or because of the poor animals who suffer. i do it because i don't like the way meat tastes. it's just what it is. i don't watch a lot of tv but that's because i've been spoiled by having tv on dvd, online and dvr. i don't like having to watch in real time. next issue with hipsters is pretty simple and it's very similar to the first. i can't stand when someone does something for the sake of being contrary. why?? do you get pleasure out of making people crazy by just doing the opposite just to be different? if so, you are all sadists. third, most hipsters are people whose lives are still financed by their parents. that they purchase their ironic shirts at american appearal on their parents credit cards and call it a vintage find. they cram too many people into a random loft in detroit because it's cool. or something.

but here is the thing that makes me craziest of all. honestly, i could probably deal with all of their hipster nonsense if it wasn't for this thing. there is no principle behind their nonsense. if they are going to spend their time gauging how awesome they are against how much everyone else sucks, then they better be doing something incredible. but they don't. instead they drink PBR, smoke crappy cigarettes and wear 90s combat boots (daria style) over their skinny jeans and complain about everyone being too mainstream.

don't look now hipsters, but you might notice that the skinny jeans with boots over them is exactly the look that all sorority girls sport, as it is a trend.

pheewww. that felt good. i know it has nothing to do with anything but it's been on my mind and i warned you, i was cranky.

from the girl who doesn't tuck her pants into her boots.

until next time...