Happy Thanksgiving!!

I just want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and remind each and every one of you: I don't want to see your ugly mug out shopping tonight! (Read that in the sweetest tone please.)

As I sit here thinking of Thanksgivings past I'm in love, with the holiday that is. What other occasion can we celebrate the harvest, the intercultural exchange of syphilis (woot America) and small pox (double woot Europe), the family gathering together to resent each other and over indulgence. And the cherry on top? My sister will probably makes us go around the table and say what we are thankful for.

With all the excitement of this year I don't know if it will top last year's awesome Thanksgiving.  Maybe it was the sheer number of people in attendance, or the fact that all of us got along for a few minutes, could have been the excessive drinking or just a nice combination of everything but I'm going to vote that last year, Thanksgiving was nearly perfect. It somehow worked, all of that food and all of those people. We even had a full day of classes before sitting down to the most enormous meal imaginable (I made two different types of gravy- two types of gravy is too much). The turkey was fresh, not frozen, which was pretty cool. The aftermath of dinner turned out to be interesting also. There was a panty raid, poor Jamie scrambled to get her wash greyed panties back, and it more or less turned into a brawl. We met the security guard that night, he was a bit confused.

This year taping hand turkeys to the cabinets would be childish, as would passing a bottle of wine around the table sans glasses. I will not carve the turkey because there are people who are much better at it than me. And instead of a small drunken riot, I'll head to work after dinner (a riot indeed, but of a differerent sort, I'm glad I'm getting paid for it).

Happy Thanksgiving.

The Dreaded Hipster

I was in class one day discussing Visual Rhetoric (it was the name of the class) with my most favorite of professors when the title was created. Jay just blurted it without regard to the potential hipsters in the room and to this day I can recall the exact quote

"Then from across the quad you spot him; skinny black jeans, iPod playing (insert hipster song title) and you know. It's the Dreaded Hipster."

Ok, so it's a fairly inexact quote, but you get the idea.

Anyhow, the dreaded hipster has become very important to me of late. A few days ago my good friend Nora sent me a picture via the facebook of some girls wearing silly garb and drinking in a bathtub, more importantly the photo was captioned

"When I get home I'll add Mumford and Sons lyrics and we'll be hipsters."

It made me giggle, 1 because I think hipsters are redic and 2 because if loving Mumford and Sons makes you a hipster I need to rethink my wardrobe and drink in a bathtub more often.

I do wear the skinny jeans sometimes. My friend Nora lives in them. I listen to Mumford and Sons instead of the radio because, despite Rolling Stone's disapproval of the heavy handed lyrics, I love them. While visiting Nora and joking about our hipster status, mine status being more of a joke than hers, she pointed out that we saw Mumford in concert before they released their first single, in the US and the UK(? on the UK release I'm not sure but they were defiantly the 1st supporting act).

Let us rejoice in my need to be an individual!

It almost disappoints me to think that the hipsters have started liking something I love. Hipsters who think they are super unique are indeed a large group of like folks. They dress alike and drink PBR together and laugh at the rest of us followers of trends (at which I laugh back).

I am happy for the success of Mumford and Sons, pissed that their current US tour is just out of my geographical and financial reach but deeply saddened that they aren't my special band anymore.

Oh another thing Mr. Hipster my sister wears plaid, converse, skinny jeans and the other one carries her beer in a backpack. You aren't that special.