I Hate Seattle

Who am I to rag on a hipster? Their style is just as valid as any other style. Even more valid, in my mind, than the "urban" fashion of drug dealers and street kids. Not that it's beyond a hipster to sell drugs. I've known many who do. But they do so within their chosen circle, and people who they deem cool, instead of the general public.
The hipster is just a guy or gal who is keepin with the times. I, myself, dress rather blandly. I wear jeans and given the transition to colder seasons, a sweater or a henley, with an Eddie Bauer jacket. It looks nice, buts not eye catching. I, also, wouldn't wear skinny jeans. They look uncomfortable and girly. But hey, to each their own, right?
Hipsters drink PBR, yeah I get it. It's cheap beer being drunk by trust fundies. Hey, but at least they're saving money. Nothing ironic about that. That's how they will maintain their wealth. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe they are trying to relate to the common man? It's a political statement.
So, who am I to make fun of hipsters? Well, even though I can, sarcastically, see their point of view, I make fun of hipsters because it NEEDS to happen. We need to point out these contradictions and flaws in the hipsters identity. This will help the hipster grow, develop humor, and learn perspective. As a matter a fact, I'm game to having my nonsense pointed out as well. I might not like it at first, but I usually appreciate it in the long run.
Beer brands and clothing style are just the tip of the iceberg. We need to dissect these fuckers souls. Maybe, eventually, this whole hipster fad will pass like a fart cloud.
Have you picked on a hipster today?

I came to Seattle from a small town to attend college at UW. I did my best to like this place. I tried to fit in and be a Seattleite. In the end, I just couldn't and I will be leaving for beautiful San Antonio in about a year.
Here's why:

1. The weather. It is currently an afternoon in late April. It's currently 43 degrees and drizzling outside. It's been more or less like this since about the middle of September of last year. It's going to be like this for another two months. Sometime in early July, the sun will come out and the temperature will get about 70 for a few weeks. The locals will immediately start complaining about the heat, of course. After these few wonderful sunshiny weeks, the dark depressing drizzle will start again and envelop Seattle in a shroud for about 10 months. The locals always say how there is so much to do here outdoors. The window to do anything outdoors is basically July and August. Have you ever tried to go hiking sometime in the fall? I have and it's absolutely miserable. Fishing? Miserable. Jogging? Miserable. Barbecuing? Miserable. It's like constantly living in a damp moldy basement. The locals themselves don't do anything outdoors either. I've never seen so many adult World of Warcraft players in my life. The whole "outdoorsy Seattle person" is really just a myth.

2. The people. I have not made one friend who is actually from the Seattle area. My girlfriend is from Nevada, my best friend is from Chicago, and I'm friends with people from California, Texas, and a few other places. I can not name one native Seattleite who I am friends with. And it's not due to a lack of trying. Only in Seattle can a guy invite 20 people to a backyard barbecue only to have 1 person show up. The people here are very insular and unfriendly. Every time I try to be friendly to someone, they get this terrified look on their face or try to avoid making eye contact with me. I've noticed this more times than I can count. What is the deal with people not making eye contact? The only people who I seem to be able to have normal conversations with are non-native Seattleites or the weird hobos who hang out in downtown. People here are more content with living in their own little world and not even making an attempt at human connection.

3. The people. Yes, I know I have mentioned Seattle people before. But it is just so difficult to describe the people here to someone who doesn't live here.

Your typical Seattle guy: mid 20's - mid 30's, white, pale, scuzzy unkept beard, about 50 pounds underweight, thick rimmed glasses, man bag, works either as a techie, an artist, or for some non-profit, liberal, doesn't travel much outside of Seattle, poor hygiene, wears hiking gear year round, always has a smug "I'm superior to you" attitude, has a Sociology/Art History/Comparative History of Ideas degree from the UW, rides bike to work, no social skills whatsoever,

Your typical Seattle woman: mid 20's - mid 30's, white, pale, about 100 lbs overweight, works as an artist, for some non-profit, or as a secretary, doesn't travel outside of Seattle much, poor hygiene, wears hiking gear year round, smug bitch-like attitude, has a Women's Studies/[Insert name of ethnic group] Studies/Art History/ other bullshit degree from the uw, lack of social skills.

A couple observations about people here: Seattle is very much a group-think kind of town. Any diversity of opinion is not welcome here. Seattleites will be pleasant to you as long as you agree with them about everything. Seattleites don't handle ideas other than their own very well. The moment an idea different from their own viewpoint slips out of your mouth, they will either shun you or they will throw a hissy fit. (As in, they start yelling and screaming and swearing at you) You have no idea how many grown adults I've seen throw hissy fits around here.

Wow, it feels good to get that off my chest. I'll probably return later on with some stories of my adventures in Seattle or should I sate Shitattle.

I'm guilty.. I felt so good knowing this site existed.

I read on someone's other post about someone telling them about this OH-SO-COOL thing they found in some obscure book they borrowed. I can totally relate ... I am pretty sure I am stereotyping but there is this hipster kid I know:

Last year, he was one of my many room mates in the dorms, I went in his room to randomly talk to him and he started telling me about this strange fly that used to exist solely in Washington. Or something to that extent.

At first, I was just like, "why are you telling me this?" in my head. It seemed so trivial and ... unworthy of hearing. I mean maybe I asked him about the book he was holding but the moment he started talking about it, Dear God.

Another thing that confuses me is this fine evening we're having today. It's actually nice outside... I'm fucking confused. I have this feeling that God is just playing a trick on me or going to make it snow tomorrow.