I'll quibble about it when I'm in the mood (like in a class or something), but for this sort of thing it's pretty semantic as to what you call it. Everybody's ignorant about stuff, it's more about whether you're a dick about it or not. If you don't know any black people and because of that you assume that I'm going to steal your stereo, you're ignorant and being a dick about it. If you don't know any black people, and because of that I'm able to convince you that all of my body hair grows in dreadlocks, you're ignorant and kind of naive. And a lot of fun. By the way, I wrote a piece about this once, and it's still true. If you like making fun of confused white people, Kwanzaa is pretty much the best time ever. I feel like I should actually start celebrating it for that reason.
AND Chucks! I seriously am up to at least 10 pairs of different chucks and I just keep buying them. I want the ones in that picture for reals, even though I actually just bought two pair (solid green and solid royal) for basically no reason. Every non-utilitarian shoe purchase I make is a pair of chucks.
Disclaimer: I only know who lupe fiasco is because he was on the colbert report last week, and I thought chucks were some sort of generic term for sneakers.
....I may or may not enjoy both of those things. One of my former roommates (the least annoying one, surprisingly. He's good folk) was a huge hipster. His parties were strange. Lots of supposedly straight dudes getting very...comfortable with each other. Fun, though, and boy do those hipsters love getting shit faced.
I can't stand hummus. I hate the taste, I hate the consistency. It's like eating bean-flavored baby food. I love pita bread, though.
Hummus LOOKS good. Almost every time I see hummus I eat it expecting it to be delicious and am constantly disappointed. Ditto for mozzarella sticks. I couldn't name one Arcade Fire song, but I'm bad at rock music.
In other news, I found out that I can add another half cup of water and some lentils to my rice, and my rice cooker doesn't care. Lentils and rice are cheap as hell, and the result is delicious, especially if I use chicken broth instead of water.
It's all a matter of putting on the proper repellent. I, for example, have enjoyed shooting firearms as a leisure activity, ride a motorcycle (see: burning gasoline for the sake of shits and giggles, going fast, and making loud noise), and watch auto racing (i.e. watching other people burn gasoline for same). I could serially cheat on my girlfriend and I'm pretty sure hipsters would find that less objectionable.
I'm drinking a PBR right now, but I don't feel cool for it. I feel like a guy who bought an 18 pack for less than 10 bucks. God, how much fun is it to do random stuff at the end of December than explain straight-faced to white people that it's part of Kwanzaa? If they're nice, respectful people who don't know shit about Kwanzaa (which is most of my white friends), you can pretty much do anything and get away with it.
Please don't compare that overrated Quebecois noise with rock music. Rock music includes the Rolling Stones, ZZ Top and AC/DC. The Arcade Fire sound more like Rachel Leigh Cook is tearing the recording studio apart with a frying pan while the red light is on. What a lousy week. After that storm half my patio furniture is orbiting the earth and the humidity at my work after said storm all week would shrink your testicles like a shit-scared turtle. One month 'till the cottage...one month 'till the cottage....and lawn darts. Actual, 1987 addition old-fashioned kid killing Lawn Jarts. The greatest yard game of all time. I love Bocce, but compared to Lawn Darts it rolls over and takes it Catholic Style. One thing I don't care about summer: it heats up the bong water quick.
They struck me as a band that should be playing behind chicken wire because not even Dalton and Wade Garret combined is gonna stop me from chuckin' my empties of 50 at them.
To be fair, have you enjoyed a single rock band post-Guns-N-Roses? And no, Velvet Revolver doesn't count, since it's just GNR rehashed.
There hasn't been a real rock band since Poison, Brett Michaels is a gawd. I just threw up in my mouth, lying like that....
Hahaha, I've had the same kind of thing happen to me. "Oh yeah, he's hispanic, but he doesn't have an accent/is legal/speaks so well". Gotta love Boca Raton.