So today I adopted a cat! Yay me! Her name is Merlin’s Beard! So Merlin inspired today’s post.

I know Hipsters are all about being animal friendly and everything, save the whales blah blah blah. I was just wondering how far they would really go for an animal? When I brought Merlin home my family’s commentary on her appearance (She is not the cutest kitty on the block) was rather negative.

They asked why I would pick a cat that was probably the least cute kitty there. I thought about it, and I wonder if a hipster who would protest against animal cruelty and what not would actually take an animal with wheels for legs, or one eye home as a pet.

Why is everything based off of looks? Why would a cuter pet be taken home before an animal with a sweeter personality? And we are also that way with people. We are a society based on looks. If we have imperfections we are less likely to associate with things we don’t find pleasing to the eye.

So back to what I was originally saying, upon bringing her home and my family paying not so polite comments I realized that I preferred her to the others because her personality was just so endearing. Her need for affection, and attention was hard to ignore. I chose her not for looks but for her personal identity. If that even makes sense.

Perhaps we should all just chill out and take the time to enjoy something, or someone for what they really are worth instead of they look like as an individual. Then again that goes back to the old age parable “don’t judge a book by its cover.” But we do. I know I do. Even when I make an effort not to, I still do. Heck at least there is some effort made. ‘nuff said.

A good laugh

Since I wasn’t able to watch the entire movie I honestly can’t base my opinions fully on which the real trickster is. So when I have watched the whole movie I will determine.

Although for now based upon what I have seen so far, I feel the trickster would appear to be Pierre since he is conning two men into basically making fools of them based upon their race. He appeals to these two men with money and power. They can’t resist what they can’t have, and when the opportunity becomes available they jump.

Although I believe the real trickster is Pierre’s boss, he appeals to Pierre’s need, by giving him the opportunity to write something, but he only gets to write this at a price, the price of insulting his own kind. Just as the two men are paying the price of being fools to get what they need.

Then again I do recall that Pierre’s boss saying his bosses were jumping down his throat to make a show worth watching. So maybe they are all tricksters playing one another, and never knowing that they are in fact being played as well.

And since I wasn’t further able to watch the movie I can’t honestly determine the real trickster, or even if there was one. Although I did find the movie humorous, I also felt small tinges of shame for finding those things funny. I liked how raw the movie was though, even though Pierre’s accent was totally random especially when you meet his father later on who has no trace of an accent.

The most amusing part of the entire movie to me though was the club scene with his father. I loved how he told jokes concerning his race. I find it so refreshing when people can laugh at themselves.

Put a fork in it

I feel like sometimes hipsters have this thing with words. Almost like they feel this need to have an overly developed vocabulary, and write terrible poetry.

I remember a previous English class I was enrolled in I had a teacher who told you like it was.
When it came to the poetry section of the class he made an announcement, and it was along the lines of: If you write about anything that has to do with your dark pathetic life, or a recent break up I don’t want to read it.

And of course there was still that one dumbass, who wrote about their dark pathetic life due to their recent breakup, and yes it was poorly written, and large words didn’t fit with the descriptions.  

Yes, they did think their poetic rant was wonderful enough to be written on gold pages and read to the gods. So that was probably why it was so satisfying when the teacher read it then tossed it into the trash. Something about a reality check is just so refreshing.

The next assignment was to write a poem about an object, like a bar of soap etc… So the same dumbass wrote about a fork. And still that fork somehow related to another deep dark pathetic life story. I probably will never be able to look at a fork the same way again.

Why does the hipster feel the need to cram their less than interesting babble down everyone’s throat? And why does everything have to be depressing? Can’t anyone write a happy poem? Or if it has to be a downer at least make it interesting!

I sometimes wonder to myself why the hipster thinks that their “life experiences” are always so much more dramatic and important than everyone else’s. Everyone has to deal with life, some are just smarter and don’t write awful poetry about it.  

Beep! Beep!

So the road runner is a huge trickster in my book. You would think that the wiley coyote would be the one who is the trickster, but oh no no!

This Wiley fella uses all sorts of dynamite, railroad tracks, holes that move...etc.... If you have seen this cartoon you know exactly what I am talking about. And somehow this ridiculous bird manages to always "conveniently" miss the fate laid out for him. And that coyote always ends up falling right into the trap that wasn't set for him....but in a way almost set for him.

How silly that this coyote keeps chasing this bird for several episodes, but isn't that the point to keep the show going. I mean how much fun would it be if the coyote actually caught the road runner? There would be nothing left to enjoy. There is always something so satisfying about watching others chase after what they want and never succeed.

As well as there is something just as enjoyable, sitting there and becoming very annoyed with the coyote for still not being able to catch that bird, when you know for yourself that the same over used antics will still not get that coyote a step closer to his dinner! Even perhaps that you could think of a million better ideas to trap that beeping bird yourself!

I recall one episode when the coyote paints a big black circle on a boulder, the bird should hit right smack into the boulder and be at the coyotes mercy! Well as this bird is zipping by he goes straight the black hole and the coyote stands their looking confused. When suddenly a large train comes barreling through the “tunnel”. Crushing the coyote.

Finally the Road runner makes his final appearance coming out right after the train, unscathed. What could possibly be a better example than that?

Clothing

I am wondering about the appearance of hip people. Just the other day at work I saw this boy come in with a huge red rose tattooed onto his neck. It was actually rather gross. Not only was the tattoo hideous, but the thought that one day when he was old and gray the tattoo would be too. Ewie.

            Sometimes I don't think they realize that they are eventually going to be parents, and will, hopefully, someday gain a degree of some sort. They will be out in the work field, and have these tattoos in plain sight. Now I do not have any problems with tattoos or piercings. Although, I do know several people who have been turned down from jobs for just that reason.

I know several people I work with have to wear band-aids over their piercings, which seem just as obvious as their piercing. I recall one lady asked a girl (who has a nose ring) if all of the employees had to wear band- aids over their noses.

It was explained to her the purpose of the band-aids, she crinkled her nose and said it seems silly that anyone would put something on their face that would be so conspicuous.  It made me laugh that she even asked.

Some of the clothing seems rather interesting. I can see how some of the clothing could be taken wrong. Perhaps others would find it to be the clothing of a hooligan? Perhaps assume because of the attire that the person was immature, or someone not to be taken seriously.

It shouldn’t come down to that, but they do say that it takes only 7 seconds for a person to determine the sort of character someone is. Even if their judgment is completely off. So is it worth it to have huge rose tattoos on your neck? Is the clothing worth it if you can’t be taken seriously? Who really cares?

           
           

               

  

Cry baby!

"...Spitting their words their words or notes headlong, they perfected an aesthetic of imperfection. For this they earned a mixture of public condemnation and discipleship. The word bebopper became a code word for juvenile delinquents..."

    This reminds me of the movie Cry Baby, starring Johnny Depp. All about the greasers and the squares. It totally portrays these greasers, juvenile delinquents, doing just plain bad. Making out on a school night, racing fast cars etc...While the squares were at a community function, saving the world one kid at a time!

        At one point in the movie Johnny's sister says " I am so glad I am knocked up, wish I were having triplets." It is openly laughing at the sort of  behavior the beats are sending as a message. While the squares were off doing charitable functions, which were wildly over done portraying those who found the "beat" like behavior immoral.

    Then

    There is just something so good about being bad. The beats allowed the unpolished part of humanity to step forth. This sort of knitty-gritty, natural man, behavior. At one point Leland says "you don't have to worry about mistakes, because their consequences are off in the future....this develops into hip's fetish for failure and self destruction."

    When there is no immediate consequence for an action then why in the hell should anyone care?

    So it's breaking away from this sort of god fearing behavior that everyone during that time was accustomed to. This polite society behavior. Now we are talking raw and still bleeding. Ripping up the floor boards and unleashing the bugs that live beneath. It was a massive slap in the face calling out everyone in some form; letting out their dirty secret, addiction, obsession, etc... No more secrets, total exposure.

    I believe their form of art did have some amount of perfection to it. It perfected exposing the natural man, ripping away the false exterior, and painting the human man as he actually is. Not what he covers himself up to be. So really it all depends on your personal view as a person, is the picture more or less beautiful? It depends are you a greaser (beat) or a square?