When Bros Wander Into Their Bars
After a hard day of shoveling cultural snow (i.e. about four hours of freelance writing and a solid hour of sleeping/reading in McCarren), all a hipster wants to do is kick back with a couple of drinks at his local watering hole. Therefore, it’s always a shock when a pack of bros in suits wander in off the street and attempt to talk to Joe the bartender about the Yankees or the stock exchange or something (“Dude, Joe doesn’t have any idea what the fuck you’re talking about—he’s a poet”). Hipsters don’t show up at Midtown joints and force you into heated conversations about the latest Black Lips album, Mr. Bro, so why do you insist upon swilling mojitos where you so clearly do not belong? Of course, a hipster would never confront you directly over the perceived intrusion, but ready yourself for some intense stares and, perhaps, some whispering.
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