We kinda like that Sarah Lewitinn chick who writes for Spin — she's clearly a straight-up lush and that's always appreciated. But here's Sarah in today's NY Post on the spate of prom parties in Manhattan:

"You don't have to worry about the jocks showing up. You can afford the nice dress — not the sh—-y Jessica McClintock one. And you don't have to come with a date, so you can make out with someone else."

Excellent points (she should write a self-help book!), but isn't the problem with hipsters that they refuse to grow up, bathe, and stop being spaztards? Don't prom parties just encourage them to pretend they're still seventeen, but this time, everyone doesn't hate them? Because they're wrong. Everyone still really does hate them.
Gown With The Wind [NYP]
Prom Date [V.V.]