[Warning: this is a stereotypical piece of writing. I know not all people of this genre are like this. It sounds mean and I'm sorry.]
Everyone has seen those kids, experienced their superior attitudes, heard them chuckling about your shoes and feel their bikes speed past you. They’ve been called Indie Kids., The “Fixi Kids” or the Hipsters. You know, those guys who wear tight jeans, so tight you wonder how they can sit down and cross their legs in class. They have all different colors of plaid flannel that looks like they just threw it on after visiting the thrift store or grabbed it from Grandpa’s closet.
I have, on more than one occasion, been laughed at by these boys for the most trivial reasons. These boys that drive their fixed-speed bikes, like cavemen on bulls steering the curved horns. They stroll into class after flicking their cigarette butt and slip into the seat next to you, their beards shinning with fresh sweat and food from lunch. They pull out their pocket notebooks, scribble a couple lines from the lecture and look at you as if they know something you don’t.
“How could she wear a football jersey to class?” I also wear the same brand of shoes as you. I have worn that brand since 8th grade. You’re not special just because you have worn the same pair since 8th grade.
“She likes Death Cab For Cutie? I bet she liked them after they were on that stupid T.V. drama. What a sell out.” Actually I liked Death Cab before “The O.C.”. Just because I shower and wear my school colors does not mean I have bad taste in music. I go to the same Indie music shows as you. I like The New Pornographers and The House Floor. Everyone has a different reason for what music means to them. It does not matter whether I wear Greek letters, or die my hair black or wear bandanas on my head. It doesn’t matter.
Just because you work at a Vegan restaurant and have never see me come in before doesn’t mean I love animal cruelty. I ride a bike too. It’s just a mountain bike. I can read a poem and understand the same symbolism as you. Just because you wear different clothes, have different means of transportation and listen to music that has not been in recorded in a studio does not mean you are better than me. So when I ask you for an interview next time, if I do ask you a next time, maybe think twice before laughing in my face. I could have given you the opportunity to tell people how you think and your new ideas for changing the world because that seems to be what you are going for. But instead you hopped on your bike with your rolled up pant leg and went about your day.
I know not every boy wearing tight jeans and the cozy button-downs are all like this but some are. I do meet everyone as an individual and give my own judgments based on that, not your clothes or your bike. But these few individuals seem to think that because of these small factors, they can treat me as a child instead of a fellow student that has thoughts, feelings and a fine taste in music.
