
Originally Posted by
ColtSeavers
God I hate hipsters. At least hippies, in my experience, will actually hear other sides to an argument. Hell, I've actually outargued some of them and changed their views.
But hipsters are the Mutawas of the hippie nation.
I remember being in the Hard Rock Cafe in San Francisco with my wife (she still collects pins from them), she asked me which pin she should get and I mentioned getting one that looked fairly memorable and had a black girl on it. The only reason I remeber that much is because I was immediately told by some Amish straw hat, thrift store button down shirt, skinny 12yo girl prison bitch pants wearing hipster that "Uh, she's an African American, you don't call her black." I told the Hipster that there is no such thing as an African American, you are either an African, or you are an American and that's without even beginning to get into the actual legalities of nationality and how the USA does not recognize dual citizenships unless you've gotten citizenship in another country before getting citizenship in the USA. He then leans towards me and repeats more firmly that you do not call them black, you call them african Americans. I bowed up and leaned in with my fists on the glass countertop and chin outstrecthed a bit praying that he would take the bait with my next reply but my wife grabbed me and ruined it by very loudly thanking the cashier that had finished ringing up her button purchase a second ago and escorting me out the door.
I stay the hell away from them now. For everyone's safety.
You know, when I took martial arts I recall being told that grabbing someone by the throat was a bad idea if they knew what they were doing (and was subsequently shown why!). However, resisting the urge to grab that hipster by his scrawny chicken neck would've been almost impossible. Smug POS.
11C2P '83-'87
Airborne Infantry
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