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I was always sort of sad that I missed NYC in the 80’s-the dangerous seediness of poorly lit streets, the over the top club scene, the yuppies doing blow in shishi restaurants-until last night when a young urban hipster with square glasses and messy hair asked me if he could do a line off my breasts.

    TAGS:  1980s, hipsters, NYC, yuppie, seedy

For the third time in as many months, Fender was invited to join another of those ironically sincere hipster bands - the kind where the guys wore short beards and nerd glasses and the girls wore thrift store calico, and the group’s sound amounted to retooled 70s album rock purloined from their parents.

    TAGS:  Fender - the character, hipsters

Like the dinosaurs, the hipsters never learned to whistle, sealing their fate.

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