Saturday, August 1, 2009

A message to hipsters.

My clothes are not ironic.
My shoes are not ironic.
My dog is not ironic.
The pillows on my retro sofa are not ironic.
The upholstery in my car is not ironic.
The music on my iTunes is not ironic.

I am ironic.
And I don't need accoutrement to advertise that.

Stupid asses.

3 comments:

Teenie said...

The more ironic the clothes, the less interesting the person. It's like dressing up a fake Christmas tree.

jeaves said...

I don't profess to be a literary, but haven't we over simplified the meaning of irony.

"How ironic you are talking about breakfast, I too had breakfast this morning."

I enjoy a tightly woven realization of irony in a good movie (or book) especially when the viewer knows it but the vicitm doesn't.

george tannenbaum said...

Right on, Jeaves.

Drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon is not ironic.