Look at me, I’m a hipster lady. So cool. Oh so cool. My glasses are vintage, my hair is vintage, my bag is vintage, yes, even my tattoos are vintage.

Back in the 90’s, I liked Britney, Spice Girls, wore glitter eye shadow, had a belly button ring, and sang “I’m a genie in a bottle, yeah, yeah, come and let me out.” But no one needs to know that. No. In my personal history, I was born singing Morrisey, with liquid lined eyes and cat-eye glasses on my baby-lids, birthed in a studio on the Lower East Side by my sculptur-ess mother, who fucked Andy Warhol day and night. Oh, he was gay? Whatever. Besides, I’m more Brooklyn than all of you. I know the cool places, the hip holes, the places that matter. I’m the edgiest. I smoke more cigarettes than you do. I listen to more NPR than you. I was totally queer before most of you. I’m unique. I’m unique. I’m the only one like me you’ll ever meet, but I only hang out with those who look like me, talk like me, act like me, drink like me, scowl like me.

Look at me, I’m a hipster lady. So cool. Oh so cool.

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Cheryl is a doctoral candidate at Duke University where she studies literature. 

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