swing out, sisters...

to all you guys swinging happily on bart: you're not hipsters because you're having fun. you're not worried about being judged. you're smiling. you're not judging anyone. you're swinging on swings and having fun.

true hipsters would spend the time on bart, reading camus kierkegaard and judging others harshly, so that others judging them would not matter.

you swingers are doing none of the above.

i was almost tricked by this guy. his scraggly beard and unkempt hair almost made me question his trying to be a hipster.

"maybe," i thought. "maybe he truly is one."

then i noticed the jacket, and realized that he, too, is trying just a bit harder than he'd care to admit. and that shit-eating grin on his face is just too much to handle.

disqualified.

nice try, nonhipsters on bart. but you can't fool me.