The following is a rant on hipsters. It has not been edited or really proof-read. It is meant to be part of a work of fiction. If you don’t like it…well I poop on you.
Hipsters. I fucking hate hipsters. Perhaps it’s because I am one. In fact if anything I’m part of the problem. I, like all the others walk around full of self righteousness, degree curled up in a back room somewhere at our parents’ house scoffing at modern society, trying like hell to reject religion, the educational system and the institution of marriage clinging to “the arts.”
Skinny little barista girl with the ironic tattoo and her unemployed muralist unbathed boyfriend. God I hate you. I hate me too for already having read the book you’re grasping (in the original manuscript form) and finding it lacking though the community hailed it’s realise.
I hate the actress bartender who rolls in 30 minutes late and her groupies who fawn over her. “Oh Sarah you’re so funny.” “Oh Sarah can I get another PBR?” My lacking of a penis makes me near invisible to you and you certainly don’t care if my drink is empty. I hat that I’m at a bar at 3:30 on a Tuesday and even more pissed off that I’m pissed off for being at a bar at 3:30 on a Tuesday. Jesus Christ I’m whinging like I did in high school. Let me start over.
Thank you Wikipedia and this evening’s random searching. I was completely unaware of David Foster Wallace’s death. I’ve been busy drinking spoiled milk (oh that was gross), going on roller coasters, and attending talks.
Seriously David Foster Wallace you’re writing wasn’t that bad. Sure it was long-winded and abtruse, but don’t be going and hanging yourself. That’s just…well absurd. The best bit I ever read was actually on the jacket of one of your books, Everything and More. Someone somewhere had called this work (brilliant as it is) simply put. Mathematics so that finally the layman can understand. HA!
Listen David, reading your works made me feel more literary than I actually am. I pounded through Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. I even started Infinite Jest, but to be honest with you…I find your writing overly long and labored. It’s as if you are being abstruse just be abstruse. I sort of like that, but not in work after work.
Had you ever thought of writing a children’s book? Brian Greene did it. Any way your dead now so I guess I’ll reread what I have hear and feel bad that I called you abtruse.
This past weekend I went to 6 Flags. There were rollercoasters. I heart rollercoasters. I went on all of them. Including Kingda Ka which I had heard about 3 years ago. This doesn’t even come close to the experience.
