Hot for Hipsters in Sheep’s Clothes

Posted on February 14, 2008


“Bless me father for I have sinned. It’s been four and half months since my last cut and color.”

This confession ran through my head this morning on the train, while I, unkempt and overgrown, sat across from a dead-sexy man on my way to the salon. Over the past four months, more has changed than the length and root color of my hair. I started working from home, which partly justifies my shagginess and overall lowered interest in my appearance. But across from this hot man in motorcycle boots, I suddenly regretted my new look.

This remorse only intensified when I got out at my stop downtown. It’s been awhile since my daily trek to the financial district for work, and as I walked to the cute little neighborhood of South Park, I encountered more hot people on their lunch breaks. It’s not that I don’t see any hot booty in my neighborhood. It’s just that I live in the Mission District, where the hipsters gather to be condescending and makeout. Historically, I’ve been into the hipster look, but lately I’m getting bored with the skinny-jeaned, greasy-haired underemployed types. But you know what is hot? Take that same skinny, scruffy hipster, put him in a button down and dress pants, and give him a job at a techie startup downtown. That’s the kind of eye candy that’s exciting on the way to get my haircut.

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