Hipster Beach

This Memorial Day weekend I decided to head to what I semi-sarcastically refer to as “Hipster Beach”. Tattooed and pierced Brooklynites bike out to the ocean, oil up their carefully manicured hairy chests, and frolic in the dunes, slipping the occasional ironic bluecollar beer or handrolled cigarette. But this year there was a new trend: Everywhere I looked, there were oodles of topless women! It was like witnessing the winner of an epic struggle flaunt its spoils: Hipsterdom had bested its own Puritanical roots to become flesh in almost Euro proportions. Happy Summer, everyone! 😉

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