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PBR without IRONY


                                                                                        

Now this is a story of a real Pabst Blue Ribbon drinker.

This is not some 21-35 year old hipster roughing it in Brooklyn in a $2000+ apartment. This is not  some douche with the accidental beard  telling three different people in one day, his three different professions (artist, musician, or writer). This is not some scrawny, un-bathed fuck who plays kickball or started playing guitar at age 26 or takes the L Train back and forth from Williamsburg to Union Square 10 times a day and accomplishes nothing.

In the New York Post there was a very small article about a 67 year old Midwestern man who ordered his casket or coffin to be in the shape of a PBR can, his favorite beer. Being that he's not ready to die, he's been filling it with ice and cans of PBR. If this story is true, which I think it is, it can show the douchebags who are taking a 2-5 year vacation in New York how this guy in Illinois is NOT ironic. He's the real thing. The transplants on the other hand ARE being ironic. We don't like irony here, have you not gotten the picture? Don't tell me that four years of college didn't at least teach you that you don't spend $1000 too much for rent to be cool and then sacrifice by drinking PBR. Oh, you struggling former Midwestern mall rats, you!

Click here: PBR Coffin- NY Post Article

 

Home Is Where The Art Is!

Hooray!!! The artists are allowed back into 475 Kent Ave, the illigally converted commercial building / matzo factory! Wine and cheese for everyone!

 In the New York Times it said, “It was a herculean task to get us here, but truthfully everyone’s so scared that this is not real,” Ms. Jew said. “We think we want to celebrate, but we are walking on eggshells.”

If you're so scared and uncertain then why on earth would you even consider moving back? Why can't you people just rent an affordable apartment any where else in New York? Why must you have to be so edgy and live in these dumps?

Click here to read the NY Times article.



                

Wanted: A Bushdick from Douchewick

                                       
If this were just a few years ago and somebody told you that there are hundreds or thousands of spoiled, dirty, scrawny, Midwestern wanna-be artists and musicians living in Bushwick and that there are posters hanging that say some hipsters are looking for other hipsters to be in a cheesy hipster porn flick, you probably wouldn't believe them.

I found this on Gawker.com. I can't believe it. What's this world (or at least Brooklyn) coming to? Get out of here you fucking clowns! Fuck!






 

Art or Animal Cruelty?

                        

Was it a construction worker? Did the turtle bump into a can of paint? Or is it just another "form of art" created by a talented transplant who had too many PBR's?

Let's go with the third choice. This turtle named Myrtle got coated with pinkish orange paint in Billyburg (or Williamsburg for us un-hip Brooklynites) People were quick to blame a construction worker with out any proof or witnesses. So I'll be quick to judge as well and blame it on a hipster. But what could the message be behind this masterpiece? Maybe a 2 year Brooklyn veteran is trying to say that "his" neighborhood is just a candy coated shell meaning he can't take the changes he's seen over the past 2 years he's been in NYC, not knowing he is actually the cause of it all? Not knowing he is the fuel for the fire? Who knows? Atleast the turtle is now officially hip.

Click here to read the story from AM New York.

Rental Alert!!! (Hipsters need not apply)

Oh man, there are so many hipsterisms to point out in this Craigslist Rental Posting that I'm not even going to try. You'll see them as you read. However I would like to say... Why the fuck would anyone have so many rules and regulations, so many do's and dont's and still choose to live with 5 people in an apartment for $1100 a month per person??? It makes no sense at all. I'll tell you why. It's the fascination the transplant has with Bedford Ave and Williamsburg. They'll do anything to say they live there. They feel that having an address in North Brooklyn will enhance their creativity. Notice how the person who wrote this tries so hard to mask the fact that he himself is a hipster. Sorry Tristan, can't fool me.



BIG ROOM IN GIANT LOFT!!! Bedford & N3rd!!
Reply to:
hous-652603865@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-22, 9:23PM

Room Available May 1st.
$1100. N.3/Bedford, Williamsburg Bk.
Upon move in $1100 for security & first month rent.

About the Apartment:
Our home is a about a 1200sq ft loft that has been converted into a 5 bedroom Wonder World. All the rooms are approximately the same size and shape. That being about 12ft by 10ft. The ceilings are very high and perfect for a loft bed or some sort of overhead compartment. None of the bedrooms have a window except for one, which is the room for rent – The window is huge and can be opened to let that fresh summer breeze off the East River in. There is also a large back wall of windows that faces Metropolitan that is pretty awesome.
The building has the best roof in New York City. There are multiple levels and areas to get a summer BBQ going, lay out and tan, chat on the phone, or meet a neighbor. I must say we have actually even camped out there. There is also an amazing view of the Manhattan skyline. The building has four entrances and exits. One on Bedford (Above pharmacy, vintage store, and Bagel Store), 2 on N. 3 and one on N. 4 (by San Loco). The apartment building is full of units and many neighbors to meet and greet. Some are cool, some are not, some want to be cool, some are fun, some are attractive, and some are douche bag kids that we forbid in our home. There is one bathroom and one kitchen that we all collectively work at keeping clean, neat, organized and pretty. The front living room is designed for a communal vibe, and the occasional friend to entertain, have dinner, read a book, and check your myspace. The back room is an ever-changing office arrangement. The apartment is heated in the winter and air conditioned in the summer. There is a nice 24 hour laundry mat directly below the one flight walk up apartment. We are working on getting wireless Internet, that will be already included in your rent.
The rent is paid by check or money order only to the landlord. The rent is collected in an envelope - sealed and all five checks are delivered in one package to the landlord by the 5th of the month. NO IF ANDS OR BUTS. Failure to meet rent by the 5th of the month 2 times will cause handing you a check with your deposit and a swift kick in the ass out of our home. We do not play games when it comes to bills.

About Your Roommates:
We are 3 straight guys approaching mid twenties; 2 are DJ’s, 1 is a student. We are social people that laugh and have fun together very often. We are always polite and respectful to each other. We are out going and always leave our personal issues away from the communal vibe of the house. We communicate very well and always respectfully discuss our likes and dislikes about the apartments and each other involving the apartment. We all have busy lives and often need a creative quiet work vibes in the house. We all have personal lives that involve the opposite sex; we spend as much time out of the house with our respected ladies as we do in the house. We try to maintain noise late hours in the night out of respect for each other. We are friends. We occasionally have house guests, parents over, business meetings and dinners. Being that we realize we live with 5 people we try to keep out of each others way at times.

About You:
You are fucking awesome. You are the housemate anyone would want. You have conversations with your housemates as well as have your own personal life out side of us. You laugh at jokes, have a great sense of humor but are not fake, flakey, full of shit, or pretend. You already know how great the neighborhood is and have friends you see all the time around the way. You are a girl or guy with a great sense of personal care. You make nasty in the bathroom you light incense. You make mac n’ cheese you do the dishes and maybe even the single cup the person before you left behind. You have a passion for something creative that you honestly peruse. You don’t say you are a writer, you have 6 chapters done and working on number 7. You don’t say you are a painter, you have awesome art that your housemates love to see and talk about. You are open to new ideas, music, people, foods, and art. You don’t have any pets. You don’t have some dependant boyfriend or girlfriend that is always sitting on our couch and eating my cereal. You are trustworthy, respectful, honest, and neat. At least neat in common areas. You shower, wear deodorant, brush your teeth, do laundry and even bust out the broom and murder some dust bunnies. You are not a couch potato.
You have a handful of awesome friends that are respectful and nice to your housemates also. Your friends don’t come over to often and they and you ask if someone can sleep on the couch. You do not use drugs. You do not lie and say you don’t drugs then actually do. Trust me we will find out if you do. I repeat you do not have some sketchy delivery guy dropping off little white bags of death at 6 in the morning at my home with a few asshole friends. You do occasionally smoke some greens and share with your roommates. Occasionally not excessively. You are not whiney. You are not gossipy. Your are not a slut, you are not a douche bag. You work a job or two. You have a job with perks we can all use. You pay attention to sound and alarms. Your are over all CONSIDERATE ABOUT THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU. You do not smoke cigarettes in our home. You use apple computers and read vice magazine. You are not too old, you are not too young. You are not a drama king or drama queen. You are not an asshole.
And you think this apartment sounds like the best place for you.

Inquiries:
Send us a link to your myspace or facebook so we can get a better idea about your personality.





How to Re-Invent the Wheel (with a drop of douche). It's the Hipster PDA.

   You may have seen this before. It's called a note pad. The reason it was invented was to write things in it. Lieutenant Columbo used one all the time. Cavemen wrote on walls and carved in wood. Paper was invented in China in about 140 BC. Finally the notepad was invented in Australia in 1902. But get ready for the real truth. Yep, you guessed it.


   The note pad, or Hipster PDA was actually invented by San Francisco writer Merlin Mann who says he got tired of lugging around his Palm device and decided to switch to paper. After months and months of thinking and designing he came up with the idea of binding several pieces of paper together. With a bit of irony and his ability to be different than the average human he came up with the name Hipster PDA mimicking the popular digital device.


Soon after, thousands and thousands of hipsters started doing what they do best. They were being different while being the same. They started carrying around paper and pens, something that had never been tried before. Not buying a real digital PDA was a good way not to pour money into big digital electronics companies regardless if they all carried i-Pods in their tight jeans and toted their i-Macs from coffee shop to coffee shop.

I recently stole a Hipster PDA out of the back pocket of a hipster as he bent down to pick up his parents credit card. This was his to- do list:

- make up a fictional band name so i'll be the only one who knows about them
- force myself to like soy so megan will go out with me
- pay rent
- call mom and dad
- pay rent
- memorize coffee shop menu to impress others waiting in line
- don't wash hair
- walk around aimlessly looking like an artist
- email josh back home and tell him how great brooklyn is
- get drunk and babble about some pointless obscure book i only got 1/4 of the way through
- fill PDA with more paper

Click HERE to Google the Hipster PDA and read more about this invention.

Transplants & WiffleBall

                                         





Looks like some more transplanted douchebag young adults are toying with the irony of playing another childrens game: Wiffleball. This is a conversation from WWW.WILLIAMSBOARD.COM. These fucks happen to be from Boston. Can't you fucking 24/7/365 rent driving vacationers join a real baseball, softball, basketball etc. league? No, you can't, it has to be different.

Anyway, when you read below you'll see it's just another excuse to drink and not play something competitively.



Killick posted this on April 2nd, 2008 @ 4:49:13 pm
OK, I tried this last year, and got lazy. But now I have another Lower Allston Wiffleball transplant to organize with, and we are going to make this happen this summer.

We are going to start playing regular wiffleball games this summer. Location is yet to be determined, but it will be in the GP/WB area, if anybody has any ideas let me know. Most likely will be Saturday afternoons. This was fun as hell when we did it up in Boston. If you are interested post here.

eliz
posted this on April 2nd, 2008 @ 4:57:00 pm
we used to play wiffleball on bay state road a lot.

Killick
posted this on April 2nd, 2008 @ 4:58:08 pm
Location should be somewhere where we can drink. Grilling would be a plus. Does anybody know what the deal is with the paved baseball fields on the other side of Bedford from McCarren?

Butch_Huskey
posted this on April 2nd, 2008 @ 4:59:55 pm
 
That might be tough on a Saturday. There are actual softball leagues (with umps and all) that play there during the summer and most likely have a Park's Dept. permit.

Killick
posted this on April 2nd, 2008 @ 6:58:38 pm
I don't know anything about that school field scrane, you have any more info?

The game is 6 balls for a walk with a shopping cart as a strike zone. I forget how many feet the mound is from the plate, I have to check with the Boston kids. And base runners. Ghost runners is bullshit, we play this like a normal baseball game.

Yeah, it can be a little less enjoyable on windy days. But the whole premise behind this, and the reason we started it up in Boston in the first place, is to have drink, enjoy the day, and have fun with friends, while playing a kids game. If those things interest you, then it's a good time.


WorldClassTurd
posted this on April 2nd, 2008 @ 9:51:03 pm
Only a hipster would prefer the wiffle ball to the baseball.

Killick
posted this on April 3rd, 2008 @ 12:23:08 am

Only a douchebag would prefer baseball to hanging out and drinking with friends.

Kickball President lashes out at a bar owner.

This letter from the Brooklyn Kickball President to the bar by McCarren Park is fucking hysterical. The best part is "Patty's thrown me out (he never did apologize by the way), Tommy Flag has locked me out in the backyard, and Joe didn't allow me entrance to the bar on a cold December night. This is tremendous disrespect which I don't deserve"

Yes you do deserve it for creating a kickball league that attracts 30 something year old people to play a 5th graders game. This is not a Brooklyn activity. You all look so out of place. Please go back to your farms and kick everything in sight if you feel the need to. The name of the game should be called KickHipster. Oh, and I hope the softball people keep stealing your shit. I'm sure they only steal it because they can barely afford rent thanks to you over paying morons.

Watch this video, notice the veggie dog sign. (Gotta please the vegan hipsters)

                      
 

So anyway, read this entire letter I found on Gawker.com. It's great, especially the list of demands:





Voice of the People. The Natives are Restless.

Wow. There's a lot of anger and disgust out there towards the transplanted dirtbags. Just read the Craigs List rants below.



Attention Hipsters
Reply to: pers-651309441@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-21, 10:30PM

The next time you find yourself poring over Neutral Milk Hotel bootlegs at the local record shop, or pretending to be into the latest psych/avant/free-folk/what-the-fuck-ever outfit to crop up, whilst ironically drinking PBR's, wearing skinny jeans and dingy white v-necks (neckerchief optional), meticulously maintaining the perfect level of scruff on your neckbeard, and name dropping bands that no one has heard of (for good reason), please keep in mind that you are a plight on society, with your pretentious,condescending attitudes and pseudo-intellectual ways. Please leave the once vibrant ethnic neighborhoods you destroyed with your faux dive bars and galleries that house feeble attmepts at true art, and jump into the east river like the lemmings you are.

hipster cock?


Reply to: pers-650554887@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-21, 1:10PM EDT


i have found that skinny hipster guys have the skinniest cocks. does anyone else agree with this? they also pretend to be vegetarian, but i was with this one guy, and he woke up in the middle of the night, and i found him eating a ham sandwich! are hipsters all this phony? i think so. no more hipster wimps for me!

Hipsters


Reply to: pers-650831236@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-21, 4:21PM EDT


Hipsters are a bunch of crybaby hypocrites. I love how they all dress alike, then try to pretend that everyone else is superficial for shopping at the gap. I mean give me a break... appearance is just as important to them, otherwise they wouldn't all pull clothing from the same garbage can. Thats right asshole, I'm calling you out for paying $80 for a vintage shirt at a store that takes donations of old clothing, then turns around and sells them to idiot hipsters like you. That clothing should be going to the salvation army or another outfit that actually gives the clothing to poor people, instead of freak-hipsters living off mom and dad's check who are willing to outpay the other ugly four-eyed hipster standing next to him.

Hipster is just really code for:

I'm an ugly, physically and aesthetically uncoordinated, whiney little bitch.

Do the city a favor, and stay in that dump of a town, williamsburg.... maybe one day it will just fall off into the east river. Actually, that may be the only way we can get you nasty people to take shower.

you people suck -indie/emo/hipster crap sucks


Reply to: pers-651563826@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-22, 6:30AM EDT


These little twits need to be taken down.

read this thread and comment:

http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/04/pictures_from_t_2.html

HEY ADD Boy - YOU SUCK- YOU ARE TAKING UP SPACE

LAZY PARASITIC TICKS

ADD is just lazy, you MUST work, you must do something and meet somebody elses needs to earn $, you can be an artist, but you have to draw what they tell you to or sing what they want.

You have to pay dues, get it man???

VERY FEW ARTISTS, A MINISULE PERCENTAGE OF THEM GET TO DIRECT THEMSELVES AND SET THE STYLES.

AND IT WILL NEVER EVER BE YOU !!!!!!!

BECAUSE YOU SUCK AND YOU IRRITATE PEOPLE.


re reRe: Hipsters don't invent "culture". They only consume it.


Reply to: pers-650808845@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-21, 3:57PM EDT


Under the guise of “irony,” hipsterism fetishizes the authentic and regurgitates it with a winking inauthenticity. Those 18-to-34-year-olds called hipsters have defanged, skinned and consumed the fringe movements of the postwar era—Beat, hippie, punk, even grunge. Hungry for more, and sick with the anxiety of influence, they feed as well from the trough of the uncool, turning white trash chic, and gouging the husks of long-expired subcultures—vaudeville, burlesque, cowboys and pirates.

Of course, hipsterism being originally, and still mostly, the province of whites (the pastiest of whites), its acolytes raid the cultural stores of every unmelted ethnicity in the pot. Similarly, they devour gay style: Witness the cultural burp known as metrosexuality. As the hipster ambles from the thrift store to a $100 haircut at Freemans Sporting Club, these aesthetics are assimilated—cannibalized—into a repertoire of meaninglessness, from which the hipster can construct an identity in the manner of a collage, or a shuffled playlist on an iPod.

All isms seek dominance of human affairs, and in this, hipsterism in New York City has proved more virulent than any of its forebears. (Punk, after all, never really broke—except in the form of hipsterism.) At last there was nothing left for hipsters to do but to convert the squares, take them to the bar and let them pick up the tab. Secrets were shared. The hipster hooked up with the common consumer; he woke up a zombie.

re RE: Anything under $200,000 in NYC is poverty


Reply to: pers-649375649@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-20, 1:37PM EDT


Hipsters come in two types. The dirty scumbags and the overdressed. They are generally spoiled brats and fall into three categories. One is the trust funder. The other is the hard working artist who pays too much of their earnings toward rent to live in a hip area. The last is a combination of both. The latter is the most common. There's this myth that trust funders have an endless supply of cash at their disposal. Couldn't be further from the truth. The truth is they go through that cash fast and most of them will end up back home in Idaho working at the local farm. Those who make it through the initial splurge fest realize how tough it can be to live in the big city with the big costs. I can't tell you how many of these pricks I have come across and how many new ones take their place. It's like army ants. They come in to NY drive up prices only to be a victim of their own making and go back to the midwest or wherever they come from. The life span of a hipster is usually 3 years. Sadly someone always take their place. God I hate these fucking spoiled little rats who only care about how they look and who they hang out with.

If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere!!!

 It looks as though the Dancing Douchebag of Bedford Avenue has found another highly talented performing partner and a one-piece band. It's really not right and not fair for the public to see this amazing show for free. These artists should be getting paid for their uncanny performances.  

To us average people, this just looks like three silly people making high pitched noises. However, there is a secret
ironic message behind this that only hipsters can de-code. Only those with raw artistic talents that never act or dress
or think like the common boring New Yorker will understand the message. So don't even try, just face the fact that you
will never be able to pull off a performance like them and that your simple brain can not understand what they are trying
to tell us.

Here is the VIDEO.