Thursday, April 22, 2004
A post in Gawker reminded me of a girl I knew in college who wore vintage cowboy boots allegedly before they were hip (wait, were they ever really cool?). Anyway, I learned that after she graduated she was being paid big bucks by some self-proclaimed hipster mag or some sort of corporate whozeewhatsit to "spot trends" downtown. While I was secretly jealous of her landing such an obviously amazing job, it was not because I myself feel that I am any sort of trend-conscious-uber-hipster-queen or whatever the case may be, but rather because it was so totally apparent that her job was a completely absurd front for doing nothing. All she did was walk around downtown and go to bars and hang out and then report back on "what's cool," and yet somehow, she got paid. Bitch.
