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From diehipster.com:
I received an apology letter from a reader named Pete in Minnesota. He is obviously a normal guy who also can't stand hipsters even though many of them actually spawn in his state. This kind of letter just reinforces how myself and other New Yorkers who visit this site don't hate the Midwest at all. We know there are millions of people out there like us that don't need any extra attention in adulthood. However we also know that thousands of people are just spoiled wanna-be's who think the moment the wheels of their airplane touch the runway of JFK or LGA, that they are New Yorkers. Ready to test the rides and games of their new theme park, particularly Brooklyn. Isn't it getting obvious that this "path of life" the hipsters are choosing is annoying the fucking shit of everybody?
Step One - Obtain liberal arts degree.
Step Two - Live with parents for a couple more years.
Step Three - Get field report on status of Brooklyn from friend who has already made voyage.
Step Four - Get permission from parents for all expense paid 1-10 year trip to New York City.
Step Five - Ruin NYC.
Hang in there Pete:
Diehipster,
I can’t tell you how sorry I am these people have migrated to your state. They’re everywhere here. They’re born, steeped in this hyper-liberal culture, then they realize they have to get jobs or do something after they graduate from the UofM with a degree in eighteenth century French art and move out there.
All I can say is I’m sorry my city keeps cranking them out. We retain our share to be fair. We have a huge bike culture (second only to Portland). One of ‘em, usually a messenger, is hit every week in the summer delivering packages for a law firm. And it’s always a tragedy.
They’ve migrated from one working class neighborhood to another. Funny though, the Somalis chased them out of Seward neighborhood a year ago. Looks like these hipsters are not as tolerant as they say. Now they’re in Northeast Minneapolis and all the working class residents want to murder them for taking over their bars.
Anyway, when you do find a way to get rid of them, please don’t send them back here. If I see another Keffiyeh or pair of slit-shades I’ll finally break down and have to start medicating my shit. C’mon! You’re just not that cool trustifarian.
Sincerely, Minneapolis
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