In search of a category
In the all the young urban tribes, I find myself wanting . . .
There are the Grown-up Fratboys, who elide with the Professional Squares, and then there are the Hipsters, in their profundity of sub-classes, i.e, the punkers, the lumberjaks, the dancingqueens, the truststers, the blue-collar hips, and the musicians.
My category should be the Middle Hip, the rockstar-on-the-weekends, the Hank Moody. I’d like a girl who feels the same.