To be clear, I don’t hate all guys who live in sub-ideal parts of Los Angeles. I don’t hate the hard working people of Lincoln Heights, Arlington Heights, or Ladera Heights. I don’t hate the families living in Winnetka, Sun Valley, or Hawaiian Gardens, who have owned homes there for generations. Nor do I hate ...

Everyone who isn’t a hipster hates hipsters. But hipsters love themselves. Hence their self indulgent misused sense of irony when it comes to daily living, walking around with their flea-market props, having the nerve to suggest that this preoccupation with antiquated kitsch is a commitment on their part, as if we aren’t well aware that ...