Fashion

Attention Tortured Artists: Moleskine Journals Will Give You Cancer and "Alternatively Gifted" Children!

I was shopping for a product that would make this girl I creep on “wicked impressed” with how deep and artistic I am, so naturally I turned to Moleskine journals.  Well, apparently if I eat my journal (no evidence!) or rub it against my junk I’ll get cancer and have two-headed sperm.  WHAT?  Also, since when do Moleskine nerds buy Sarah Palin books?  Did Barnes & Noble just associate “birth defects” to Sarah Palin?  Oh B&N…

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Can Cool Kids Be Teabaggers?

“Is that glitter on your beater, bro?”

“Is that glitter on your beater, bro?”

I’m kinda confused if this dude is a cool kid/hipster or just a geezer that beats his daughters.  On one hand, he is rocking a stylish cap, black pants and has a grunge-revival haircut.  On the other hand, he has the skin of a 90-year-old woman.  Wait, is this even a man?

Anyways, I cling to my gun too, but only when I’m at the shooting range in South San Francisco.  I know you think Che Newsom is going to take your gun, but the courts already smacked that down.  So, if you really think you have to cling to your gun, then I recommend that you smoke a little less of that Sith before you walk around the Tenderloin.

(photo by poe.)

We want Springsteen! We want shitty arena rock!

Megmess went for a long, quality rant last night:

Ugh, I hate music hipsters. Is it really necessary to demand your iPod be plugged in at your local bar so everyone can hear Yeasayer? Guess what, buddy, Urban Outfitters has been all over this shit for months. When my drunk ass says to you, “I feel like I’m at work right now, this is awful.” and you scoff at me because I couldn’t POSSIBLY know who Yeasayer are since you think you’re “ahead of the curve” because you just got home from SXSW and your skinny jeans still smell like Austin, try not to act like a child. This song is annoying. Half of your iPod is annoying. We’re in a sports bar that on a Monday night is inhabited by drunk old men. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR HIPSTER JAMZ. We want Springsteen! We want shitty arena rock! Why do I keep having this conversation with you? If you weren’t my friend’s friend, I’d be relentless instead of fake apologetic. Go to the Mission if you’re going to be this kind of a snob. Yeasayer?! You make me laugh. Please stop acting like you’d also never be caught dead inside of an Urban Outfitters because after giving 4 years of my life to my favorite retail outlet, I know exactly where your shirt came from.

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