if i were a hipster, it’d be self-conscious, but hippies are like the distant cousins of hipsters- only with morals and ideals instead of ironies and apathies. Preachy morals though, and warped ideals, as they all can be. I used to be a hipster. Used to wear skinny jeans and smoke black cigarettes that were illegal in new mexico and i listened to progressive alternative rock emo indie somthing, disdaining all reggae and the grateful dead. and i wore too much eye makeup and wrote really embarrassing poetry.
Times have changed.
Recently I had a conversation with my absolute best best friend from high school, Adrienne. Seriously, she and I go farther back than most of my new friends in NM- went to school together in DC, then parted ways in 03 across the country. She went to New York, and I went to New Mexico. We even currently work the exact same jobs- we’re both nannies, like Scarlett Johannson in the Nanny Diaries, but with better scripts and way better cinemetography. (In both places, New York and New Mexico, real life sometimes feels like a film, but maybe that’s a delusion characteristic of the reality TV generation.) We’d always dreamed of living in New York together, but I finally broke it to her that I wasn’t coming back. The conversation went something like this:
