Serious Hipsters Don't Do Valentines

Artist boy called yesterday. He could not bring himself to call before or on Valentine's Day because "God, I mean, like who even made that holiday? Like, it's just totally invented by greeting card companies." My eyes began to glaze over. Couldn't he at least have anti-establishment opinions that were a bit more original?

"Where did that name even come from? Valentine's Day. Seriously. Like, where? What a dumb name."

"Saint Valentine. It's Saint Valentine’s day." I said, admirably refraining from adding "Idiot."

"Oh…that's really interesting. Huh." Pause. "You want to see Brokeback Mountain tomorrow night? I've been hearing it's great."

Must he pretend that everything he does is born of insider knowledge? He's "been hearing" it's great? It has Oscar nominations. The entire free world has been hearing it's great.

"Or we could go to this party. It has a serious hipster scene."

This being the second time artist boy has used the term "serious hipster scene"(which amounts to a mention in 50% of our conversations) I was curious.

"Okay. Where is it?"

What a dumb question, it's in Williamsburg, of course. I am beginning to suspect that artist boy is secretly a Republican masquerading as a leftist, creative soul and has only the most stereotypical knowledge of how artists "should" act.

Nonetheless, I'm sort of excited to see this serious hipster scene. Since I have no hipster clothes, I feel like I should practice looking ironic.


And to answer questions about my previous post:

The picture was taken by Ex-Boyfriend, via the mirror. You pervs.

I have named the bear Pickles.

Since you asked, bear picture to come.