Hipster parent or humongous dork? It is all in the eye of the beholder.
As I was all set to clean my house (the universe still hasn’t come through with that cleaning service yet, but I haven’t given up) I loaded up my iPod with The Horrors and EL-P* and I realized – Oh my God. Am I a hipster parent?
You guys don’t think I’m a hipster, do you? I mean, you don’t have to say I’m a dork. I really mean, please don’t call me a dork. I guess what I really mean is that when I first read about the whole “grup” thing, and when everyone else was talking about it I kind of assumed it didn’t apply to me. Do you think you are a hipster? Do you hate the word hipster? How many times do you think I can work the word hipster into a single paragraph?
I give up. I’m going to go make some chai tea.
I’m kidding. It was a joke. That stuff tastes like ass. Plus you guys know I only drink coffee, water, beer or wine.
*( I also put a bunch of Nirvana on there because cleaning to songs from college make me appreciate how big my house and then I don’t mind vacuuming the stairs so much.)
I’ll try to have the contest results by tomorrow. Some of you guys are really close. I may need to bring in a third party judge.