Hip(ster) Replacement

Blame the gray skies. I've been especially cranky lately. So when I found myself surrounded by art school hipsters at a gallery last weekend I almost lost control. My normally high tolerance for pretension had evaporated and I was overcome by an urge to engage in the kind of performance art that concludes with a Taser and handcuffs. Rather than risking arrest, I fled the smug scene without drinking a drop of free Boulevard beer.