For a couple of weeks I have been doing what people have done for years – making fun of the way that people younger than them dress.
What I think I look like in a cap.
This tradition didn’t start with me; for example, when I was a teenager and walking out the door for my first rock concert, my father stopped me because I was not wearing a jacket and tie. The band I was going to see – the “Jefferson Airplanes,” as he called them – would all be so attired, he assured me. More…
Last week I wrote a column in which I disparaged the fashion sense of a subspecies of young Austinites commonly referred to as hipsters (Hipsterii ridiculus, for you Linnaean geeks). In it, I proposed a game in which points could be scored by spotting young people sporting specific fashion items. More…
On Sunday, Liz and I spent the afternoon at the East Austin Studio Tour. Austin’s East Side – which has long been largely black and Latino — has been undergoing gentrification for more than a decade, so these days it’s pretty white. But toss in a few hundred art openings and free Pabst Blue Ribbon, and presto – Hipster Central. More…
Well, I don’t know about you but I am hugely relieved. First, Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore split up, and then Kim Kardashian and her husband of 72 days divorce. In the face of heartbreak like this, I take my consolation – no matter how meager – where I can get it.
So today I rest easier knowing that Courtney Stodden’s breasts are real. More…
If you’re like me, you’re pretty excited, and probably gearing up for National Boss Day Oct 16. Even though I pretty much stopped listening to him after “Born In the USA,” I still think it’s pretty awesome that Bruce gets his own freakin’ day. More…
I just got back home to Austin – a city that likes to “keep it weird” – after a few days in Portland, Oregon – a city that does likewise. But I don’t know that either of them can really be called weird. Quirky? Sure. Charming? No doubt. But when it comes to keepin’ it weird, they can’t hold a candle to that City by the Bay. More…
