Thursday, September 18, 2008
I was going to continue blogging not acknowledging the drama that occurred at the Mr and Miss Williamsburg Pageant. But apparently, some of you feel the event requires further discussion.
I included the event in this blogumentary because I had a perspective that no other writer did. I mean, I couldn’t not blog about the glory, the treachery, the deceit that comes along with hipster pageantry. Some people were exposed, hurt; lives were ruined. To which I say, with the utmost seriousness: How ironic.
And yes, I participated in the event to recruit new readers, which were introduced to all the hipster scouting goodness thanks to FREEwilliamsburg, Gothamist, The NY Press, Gawker, and even The New York Times. Why these people care about a hipster pageant is beyond me. But hey, it’s better than reading about Paris Hilton I guess.
So now that I have all of your attention…
Hipsters fucking HATE John McCain. And well, everyone hates Sarah Palin. Don’t even get me started.
That’s all! Check back soon for more hipsterlicious updates on the new version of the site, which will hopefully be up soon.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I e-met this hipSTAR after our pet projects were featured 2 posts away from each other on FREEwilliamsburg.com, which I’m sure you all check daily, if not by having the page perpetually open and refreshing the screen every few minutes or so. After robbing a bodega and creating the Mr and Miss Williamsburg Pageant as retribution, Misha became an infamous icon in the hipster realm, attracting a stream of comments with such sentiments as “I hope your eggs fall out Misha,” “i hope you fall onto the L train tracks” and “lousy fucking bitch-cunt,” among others. But shrugging these comments off with skilled nonchalance, her pageant will prevail – and be attended by Gawker.
Mischa reached out to me through email and suggested that I participate in her pageant. I wrote her back, commended her for robbing the bodega (which started this whole escapade), and graciously agreed to participate. After that, we emailed each other back and forth so much that we automatically popped up on each others’ g-talk lists, and so the conversations began.
One day, Misha said, “I’d love to do an interview.” My narcissistic inclinations shining through, I asked when she wanted to interview me. Her narcissistic inclinations trumping mine tenfold, she explained that she was asking me to interview her.
In the midst of awkward confusion, Misha suggested that we “shake up the medium” and interview each other, and so this interview was born. Hopefully, it will satiate everyone’s narcissistic inclinations:
Lola: So Misha, judging from some of the comments on websites that featured your pageant, it appears that hipsters don’t like you. Do you generally find this to be true?
Misha: First of all, thank you for recognizing that I am not a hipster. Although by many accounts, that very denial would make me one.
Lola: This is correct