The shaving of the head is cool, but the goofy facial hair accompanying it sometimes screams "GAY!" Especially when it's one of those little beards with no moustache.
How about a big beard with no moustache? Then you can be the Amish hipster!
I grew up in northeastern PA and still remember the Gibbons commercial from when I was a child - "Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gibbons".
Do you remember the Stegmaier jingle? It starts off "Ring-a-ding-ding! It's the Stegmaier thing..." I can remember fragments of it, but it's been over 30 years since I heard it.
How about a big beard with no moustache? Then you can be the Amish hipster!
Actually, I kind of like that beard and am envious because I could never succeed in growing one like it even were I to try.
Mostly, my take on hipster-hating is that it's boring and long ago became an even more tired, shopworn cliche than the notion of hipsterism itself. I could care less what anybody else wears, what facial hair they rock (or don't), whether they're inked or not, or what beer they drink. Sheepish herd behavior manifests itself in countless forms and is rife both in "mainstream America" (if such a thing exists) and in subcultures alike.
Without actually getting to know an individual it's idiotic to pigeonhole them by virtue of appearance alone, by the beer they drink, or the neighborhoods they inhabit. Whether you're a "hipster", a "yuppie", a "proud member of the working class" or under the illusion that you're a complete original in thought or style, I simply don't care. Will you give up your seat for the pregnant woman on the train? Do you check in on your elderly neighbor? That's the stuff I'm interested in. If you do, it doesn't matter to me whether you're a "suit" quaffing craft micro-brews or wear American Apparel v-necks and drinking PBR. Who gives a sh**?
Do you remember the Stegmaier jingle? It starts off "Ring-a-ding-ding! It's the Stegmaier thing..." I can remember fragments of it, but it's been over 30 years since I heard it.
I don't remember that one, but I remember the Stegmaier logo painted on the side of a building, a warehouse I think.
Actually, I kind of like that beard and am envious because I could never succeed in growing one like it even were I to try.
Mostly, my take on hipster-hating is that it's boring and long ago became an even more tired, shopworn cliche than the notion of hipsterism itself. I could care less what anybody else wears, what facial hair they rock (or don't), whether they're inked or not, or what beer they drink. Sheepish herd behavior manifests itself in countless forms and is rife both in "mainstream America" (if such a thing exists) and in subcultures alike.
Without actually getting to know an individual it's idiotic to pigeonhole them by virtue of appearance alone, by the beer they drink, or the neighborhoods they inhabit. Whether you're a "hipster", a "yuppie", a "proud member of the working class" or under the illusion that you're a complete original in thought or style, I simply don't care. Will you give up your seat for the pregnant woman on the train? Do you check in on your elderly neighbor? That's the stuff I'm interested in. If you do, it doesn't matter to me whether you're a "suit" quaffing craft micro-brews or wear American Apparel v-necks and drinking PBR. Who gives a sh**?
Just want to say that I don't hate the choices in style people make - it's their attitudes that irk me. That's what it really is...the fact that hipsters and other subculture clones feel like they're a part of some elite better than other people sort of outfit.
But for as much as I am a self-confessed unapologetic clone hater, I feel your conclusion on this post is wonderful. When all is said and done, being an awesome person is where it really counts...that's where I would also choose to ultimately judge someone.
These ads ran from 1957 to 1960 when Piels retired the characters. They were so popular, people protested and they ran for a few more years.
I didn't remember this at all until I saw the illustrations - now I can hear Bert and Harry's voices in my head! Thanks for stimulating long-dormant memories.
My beer is Rheingold the dry beer.
East side. West side
And uptown and down
Rheingold extra dry beer is the beer of great reknown
Friendly, freshening Rheingold
Always happily dry
The clean clear taste you want is in Rheingold Extra Dry
From Lexington to Madison and on both sides of Park
They ask for Rheingold extra dry before and after dark
From Coney to Connecticut on Flatbush Avenue
From Jersey scenes way out to Queens
They sing as millions do
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer.
It's not bitter, not sweet, it's the extra dry treat
Won't you try extra dry Rheingold beer?
There's a Rheingold beer truck prominently visible in the back ground in the scene in the Godfather where Sonny beats up Carlo on the street while kids play under the fire hydrant.
Actually, I kind of like that beard and am envious because I could never succeed in growing one like it even were I to try.
Mostly, my take on hipster-hating is that it's boring and long ago became an even more tired, shopworn cliche than the notion of hipsterism itself. I could care less what anybody else wears, what facial hair they rock (or don't), whether they're inked or not, or what beer they drink. Sheepish herd behavior manifests itself in countless forms and is rife both in "mainstream America" (if such a thing exists) and in subcultures alike.
Without actually getting to know an individual it's idiotic to pigeonhole them by virtue of appearance alone, by the beer they drink, or the neighborhoods they inhabit. Whether you're a "hipster", a "yuppie", a "proud member of the working class" or under the illusion that you're a complete original in thought or style, I simply don't care. Will you give up your seat for the pregnant woman on the train? Do you check in on your elderly neighbor? That's the stuff I'm interested in. If you do, it doesn't matter to me whether you're a "suit" quaffing craft micro-brews or wear American Apparel v-necks and drinking PBR. Who gives a sh**?
Your right. Looks are not everything. Hmmmm But good looks will get you up to bat in life. And you have to bat to hit that home run.......
