Spencer Morgan's newest Profile of an Odd Man is good enough to make you throw up, because you can almost hear the crack bubbling in a fucked up corner of a too-cool subculture. Ugh. Crack.

A letter from the Hipster Grifter's cellmate in her Utah jail. Would that be too much, in terms of "Wringing every last ounce from this mystifyingly popular story?" What about a Kari Ferrell pornography job offer? EH? You want it!

If you are really familiar with what the fuck is up then you know that Aaron "A-Ron" Bondaroff is a downtown LES cool guy for hire, founder of the aNYthing brand, and generally, you know, the man with the brand that is downtown, and all that, once upon a time.

A committed band of coots, cranks, and wingnuts in Williamsburg are ready to do whatever it takes to ensure that their neighborhood doesn't get one more wine bar, which would make all the gangs come in.

Why yes, last week's Law & Order was the episode loosely based on the case of America's sweetheart, the Hipster Grifter. Damned if they didn't work in a hot dog reference.

Olympics denied, Hopey! The International Olympic Committee rejected Chicago's bid to host the 2016 Summer Olympics in the first round of voting, despite the fact that Barack Obama asked them real nice to pick that pleasant city.

The Washington Post discovers a new trend: "Fixed gear bikes," which young folks are reportedly riding all over DC, trendily. This is why we need newspapers. You just don't get this stuff from blogs. [WaPo. Pic via]

It was once fashionable to hate hipsters. Then they all became yuppies and successfully suppressed our collective rage. Until now.

They've already been subjected to a wild animal baby, hipsters in a mud pit, and some dark black and white shit they probably smoke opium to in France, or whatever. Now this. "Stop thinking"? I think your ad sucks. At least they got some football pictures in there.
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Wow. We knew VICE sold out and went corporate, but this is some Conde Nast-y shit. Looks like Vice holds writers to non-competes, barring them from having anything to do with departed VICE founder Gavin McInnes' site, Street Carnage.

Here's a prediction of how land is going to change as oceans rise over the years. A tipster helpfully points out a submerged Greenpoint, thus relegating serious contingencies of Brooklyn's hipsters to a Waterworld-like existence. The big difference: water. [BoingBoing]

The "Look at This Fucking Hipster" book will be full of staged photos of self-identified hipsters, for legal purposes. But author Joe Mande is also sending out this form email to anyone who submits their own photo:

Hipster-mocking blog Look at This Fucking Hipster got a book deal, but big problem: you try getting clearance from all those clowns to publish their photos. The sad reality: the LATFH book will be full of self-identified hipster posers!

Remember music videos being important, and good? Neither does anybody I know, because our memory's been wiped by MTV and VH1's current slate of programming. And then there's this beautiful, fan-made music video of indie band Grizzly Bear's "Two Weeks."

"Stuff White People Like." It seemed so innocent for those first few hours. Now the whole format has been squeezed dry and used up like an old bottle of shampoo. Which is Something Hipsters Hate.

Just when you think there are no good jokes about Williamsburg left, a patriotic actress strips on the L train for art's sake, making a story for New York's foremost vagina journalist, and all is well again. [Beware! NSFW art!]

Remember "aerobics," that early 80s sartorial nightmare ushered in by Jane Fonda, Olivia Newton-John and Richard Simmons? Well, it's making a comeback in LA's Silver Lake neighborhood, where local hipsters are now sweating it out in spandex, leotards and leg-warmers.

SoHo House, why're you so cruel? The Manhattan country club thriving on envy of an "elite" membership will crack down on violators of their draconian policies/culture eugenics! Suits are neit wanted. Neither are real books, which they intend to imprison.

The internet's been buzzing over a Brooklyn company's plan to convert discarded dumpsters into swimming pools, and now that they've successfully conned doltish hipsters into swimming inside of dumpsters, the owners want to expand their evil empire into suburbia.

Ha! Apparently word has spread like wildfire through the nation's "heroin-addicted hobo" community about the Mad Max-esque, post-apocalyptic wasteland that is Williamsburg, Brooklyn, because they're descending upon the hipster utopia in droves to squat in the neighborhood's abandoned developments.