Leather Lane // Thursday, 8.58am
At last I know where the Amish are coming from when they abjure cameras, fearing the theft of their souls.
At last I know where folks are coming from when they read the profiles I write on them, and freak out, and want me to take the posts down until we can tool it into something that restores their sense of self.
(“Skinny headband? 20-something?" I'm so much more than that!") I’d like to point out that the dear lady who made me a part of Psychology Today article clearly has little contact with actual hipsters. And it’s fun to think that, by her estimation, I made the cut.
Or…maybe…she doesn’t really think of me that way. Maybe she knows exactly what a hipster is, and simply cast me in that character because it made for good copy.
In interest of our real objective, the truth is very bendy.