Caitlin posted pictures from her recent trip to New York on Facebook a few days ago, and among them was photo of an American Apparel rummage sale:
Transcribed almost directly, my thoughts immediately upon viewing the image went something like this:
An American Apparel rummage sale? That sounds like it’s right up my alley. Well, actually, no, I don’t know how comfortable I’d be rummaging around in bins of neon clothing with a bunch of dirty Williamsburg hipsters. All the hipsters are probably being judgmental and thinking that about each other, though. Or do hipsters even recognize their collective dirtiness ? Are they that self-aware? Even if they were, would that still stop them from rummaging? Maybe. They’d all probably just stand around the edges of the rummage sale furtively looking at each other. Wait, I don’t even think hipsters wear American Apparel anymore — it’s too mainstream. What the fuck’s a rummage sale anyway? New York is weird. I’m hungry. Where are the pita chips?
No wonder I can never fall asleep at night. I just have too much bullshit floating around in my brain.
Does it make you more or less confused to know that the rummage sale was at a street fair in the financial district? (Though, on that particular day, it was also only a few blocks from an outdoor Conor Oberst/Jenny Lewis show at Battery Park.)