I just read an old strip of NN2S, titled ‘Kill the Hipsters, I’ which, by the way, might indicate that it’s only the first in a series of happy hipster bashing. Anyhow, Mitch also adds a short rant which I can absolutely agree with (FYI, hipster bashing also happens quite regularly at QC).

Instead of adding to this, let me keep my energy for a quite similar topic: metrosexuals. They appeared out of nowhere, one at a time, walking through the city or sitting vis-a-vie in a cafe. Well, somewhat amusing, those Beckham-worshippers, but there’ve been stranger people around. The thing is, for the last few months, they appear like mushrooms after rain. Literally everywhere. When entering school again last week, I felt an urge to do something, anything. Laugh, cry, run away or just hit one of them as hard as I can. This isn’t funny anymore. I mean, they look like fscking clones. Those stupid hairdos - dyed, wannabe mohawk or with little patterns shaved in. And even though: it all looks the same. Their overpriced Dolce&Gabbana shirts looking fucked up on purpose and displaying some stupid message. Same for the jeans. They are that cut that I wouldn’t make it into one of those in the morning without tearing the whole thing apart. OK, I’d worn torn jeans for years, but that is about 10 years back and I didn’t to this on purpose. They just got worn out or torn by skating (actually, by bailing out) and the like. Speaking about the jeans, take your time and a close look at those ridiculous patches.. or maybe I just don’t get it. Last but not least, the jeans have to go into the socks, which leaves them well prepared for any flood to come. So, this whole outfit at least serves one purpose. (I also do this, but that’s when riding my bike to prevent my jeans hanging in the chain. I fix this as soon as I get off the bike. Also, I have rarely seen one of those I-didn’t-get-the-point-of-individualism-but-following-the-stream-will-surely-work-guys on a bike).

I’ll stop here. I have to. There’re about dozens of details I left out, but in the end, those ppl just don’t deserve it. Not a single word. They’d be forgotten in silence and the welfare would have tons of clothes every self-respecting bum would refuse to wear.

But as it is, I had to write this. Higher calling - or just the fact that I realized that I’m stupid. Compensation, plain and simple. I’m having serious problems getting in sync with maths although I’m considering the topics we’re covering pretty easy - from an impartial point of view - but sitting in front of some of those exercises is really fueling the doubt in me. But, confidence, jepp. That’s it. Speaking about compensation: What is a guy trying to compensate who styles himself like described above? Honestly? I don’t want to know. There are some things better left in the dark.

Free math lessons are welcome none the less..

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