Since before Hauck's Market opened 100 years ago, Schnitzelburg has had an amazingly warm, tight, community. But people like myself are threatening it. We're not trying to ruin Schnitzelburg, but we are anyway.
I'm quite in love with my city, regardless of our hipster ranking. If not being hipster enough means I don't have to cram myself into a pair of skinny jeans daily or rock a shag haircut, then I'm just fine with being square.
The rise of "hipsterdom" has turned cool on its head. All of a sudden you have people making throwbacks to all parts of historic culture in an attempt to be "authentic." You can pickle things or do urban beekeeping... and all of a sudden it's cool.
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It's that time of the year again. The glorious month where I grow my Octobeard. Why, you may ask, do I grow the Octobeard? First, I want Winter to know that I'm not afraid of it. Second, my ladies like me with stubble.