Black is the new Black

I know it seems quite out of place, for a person so against trendy people to create a blog, but I figure since a movie has now been based off a blog, I'll be fine. Thank you Julie Powell. I am aware that I am contributing to the corruption and commercialization of the written word, but not wasting paper is one trend I don't mind following. Why I Hate Trendy People Reason 1: They love wearing ironic clothing... clothing cannot be ironic. What is irony?

1. the use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning
2. an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.
3. the incongruity of this.
4. an objectively sardonic style of speech or writing.

Dear mister hipster in the varisty jacket from a high school you didn't even go to. You are not ironic. It is doubtful that you ever have run more than a mile in your life, judging by your teeny-tiny chicken legs shown off by your overly tight pants. Varsity jackets are not cool when they are worn by people who actually earned them, which for the record includes myself even though I never ever bought a jacket, they are even less cool when worn by people who could not ever earn them. And just another note, the green satin jacket just looks stupid with that huge knitted hat with ear flaps. I'm tired of seeing hipsters in their so-called ironic garb littering the streets with their "I'm too good to look at you" pouts. Clothing cannot be ironic. It is not ironic to wear a mickey mouse sweater and call it ironic. It's childish or it's wistful or just creepy, but not ironic. Trendy people think they can get away with any clothing choice by calling it ironic. So perhaps if I were to wear my sweatpants with a bit more apathy or a condescending glare, I too could be ironic and trendy. Thank you trendy people for making looking stupid cool, oh no, you just look stupid. Too bad I didn't save those sweaters from my grandparents that I got when I was about 8 that look like the loom threw up every yarn it had left in the factory. Maybe then I'd be cool...