A hipster girl, walking down Bedford Ave in Williamsburg, talking on her cell phone: “I didn’t realize what a good boyfriend Matt was…. yeah… he’s too nice, too together, too in touch with his emotions… his only problem is that he doesn’t smoke pot.”
Hipster: I went to a Polish beauty pageant last night in Brooklyn. It totally blew my brains apart. –Williamsburg
Hipster on cell: You asked me how I’m doing, and I tell you–and then you bring it back to yourself. You always do that.
Man: …I’m a real East Village type of guy. I mean, I have a bird that talks. –East Village
Hipster chick: Ugh, dolls. Dolls are so creepy. I’m never letting my kid have a doll. Drugs, yes. Dolls, no. –UES
Hipster: Jesus! This place is worse than Austin seven years ago! –Bedford St. Station, Williamsburg Overheard by: K.
Hipster #1: I know that I should know this, but when did Castro die or get overthrown?
Hipster #2: Uh, he’s still in power.
Hipster #1: Oh, that explains why it’s still illegal for us to travel to Cuba.
Hipster #2: Yeah. –Motorcycle Diaries showing, Brooklyn Art Museum
Hipster #1: This guy keeps following me around trying to get me to be in his movie.
Hipster #2: Ugh, I would never be in a movie! –The Coral Room, Chelsea Overheard by: Magpie
Hipster Art Guy #1: I’m working conceptually.
Hipster Art Guy #2: Cool. How’s that going? –Chelsea Overheard by: Magpie
Yuppie: Democracy only works when you work to make the laws you want happen. Have you ever worked to get a law passed?
Hipster: Yes, I have, as a matter of fact!
Yuppie: Okay. What issue was it, and what did you do?
Hipster: Give me some time to think about it, I’m sure that I once did something but I don’t remember it this second. – Cobble Hill, Brooklyn