Post is on the short side today, I’ve got hella meetings and work to do today. Weed and therapy ain’t gonna pay for itself…so here we go:

This is exactly the kind of indie folksy bullshit I fucking hate. I just can’t wrap my head around why (white) people love this shit so much. I fantasize about bands like Hold Your Horses, Vampire Weekend and Arcade Fire all being simultaneous booked at some neo-hippy Wood Nymph Festival where they and all their followers will die from drinking too much of the brown kombucha.
But, I have to admit the video is clever. I suggest turning that gypsy clatter all the way down and sync “Hail Mary” by Tupac as the alternative soundtrack.

*image jacked from flickr acct jody-rodgers
The Mission: Listen, I like burritos* and cholos as much as the next gal but enough with the fucking Mission blogotumblrfashionogrampahers already. We are officially at capacity people. There is no longer ANYTHING underground or revolutionary happening in the fucking Mission. I’m not saying my neighborhood is better. I’m just saying I’m done reading about the Mission.
Blog posts I would officially love to never see ever, ever, ever again:
1. Photos of handwritten signage: You think you’re the first asshole to notice shitty grammar on a store front sign? Give an immigrant a break you fucking dick. No, it’s not worthy of a blog post.
2. Art Cars: No shit. We’re in SF. Deal with it.
3. Bathroom Graffiti: Seriously. Dead this shit. Now.
4. Graffiti: I’m probably the only hip-hop fan who thinks graffiti despite it’s inclusion as one of the “four elements” is a total and complete waste of time. 90% of taggers and graffiti artists are self-important dicks who deface public property for their own entertainment. The days of “making a statement” are long gone. “Pussyfart” or “Daydreemin” scrawled illegibly on a bus stop is not doing anything for the street art movement.
5. Dolores Park: If I see one more post with photos of hipsters lying around in the park like a bunch of fucking sea lions drinking PBR I’m going to fucking scream.
6. Complaining Vegans: It’s no secret that I hate a preachy Vegan. Motherfuckers drive me fucking insane. It seems like you can’t have a blog about the Mission unless you employ** one of these assholes.
7. Benders, Bikes, Bros: ‘Nuff said.
8. Fashion: No more pictures of dirtheads in cut offs, flannel and dirty, err vintage shoes, please.









