A Great Unifying Metatheory: Trying Not to Die OR Rawk Show

Where do all the hipsters come from? There are never enough cars or bikes or scooters or buses or subways to account for them all.

I think they're like fungii. They travel as spores do through the air mating with other spores, taking root on the undersides of logs, in basements, and rockclubs. Each one a variation bearing some resemblance to the last.

Hipsters kind of look like mushrooms, too. All big-headed with small frames and skinny legs, moppish hair. Forests and fields and meadows filled with related species....

little white gloves

when i was young my mom had a pair of white kid gloves she kept wrapped in tissue paper in her dresser drawer. they were from her first communion so they were small and old and smelled like a tannery. they went up to the middle of my forearms and had a lace-like cut out pattern. i liked putting them on and putting my hands over my nose and inhaling deeply.

there were also things on top of her dresser that were fun to put on as well-- a string of venitian glass beads, her swan earrings (which she has since given to me), earplugs (ew) and a ring her grandma gave her for her high school graduation. my brother and i didn't often go into my parents' bedroom because though they slept in separate rooms they pretended to sleep together and i always felt a little weird about the whole thing.

later after they got divorced & we moved to Colorado with our mom, i was enrolled in a summer acting camp. my age group (10-11) would be performing 'My Heart Belongs to Daddy', the Marilyn Monroe standard from 'Some Like it Hot'. looking back, the song selection seems vaguely inappropriate... but nonetheless we were performing it and we needed to harvest props from our parents' houses such as parasols, feather boas, & little white gloves.

for the duration of this acting camp, i never felt like i fit in. the other kids who were participating in it all had lots of money, went to school together in Boulder, and several of them had been prepped from a young age to behave like starletts, both on stage & off. so i was insecure, to say the least. but then i remembered these really cool gloves that my mom had. so i brought them in and the teacher thought they were great.... and proceeded to give them to another girl to wear. the reason behind this is that there were people grouped in certain places in the choreography (oh yes, there was choreography) where all the girls had to be wearing the same thing. but i was still pissed.

now i work as a production assistant at a press where i scan photographs and i have to wear little white gloves to keep the photos clean. (probably a good thing since i habitually have peanut butter, grease, dog saliva or some such thing on my hands.) and since i'm not allowed to make personal phone calls while scanning i have plenty of time to stare at these gloves on my hands and space out....