a moment of anthropological reflection on the eerie subculture of indie/psuedo-intellectual/hipster/christian/musician/boymen in our society
or as C.S. Lewis so accurately pinned them..."Men without Chests"
(Alternate Title: Why I should marry an NBA athlete instead of a musician)
1. ibooks are the new "i own my own home"
2. obscure text messages are the new poetry
3. drunken myspace messages have replaced carefully crafted love letters
4. "lets go on adventures" is the most popular pick up line in rotation.
5. Copeland songs still inspire the majority of their emotional/romantic feelings
6. Paying for dinner, or anything at all, occurs only on your birthday...if you're lucky. All other social expenses are fronted by the woman. And he probably feels no shame. (IN MOST CASES)
7. Interest include: bike riding, entourage, portland OR, vintage things, chai, indians, vinyl records, Garden State...and probably jesus.
8. "i really just want to be a worship leader" USUALLY translates as "I really just want to be Chris Martin"
9. Life priorities are as follows:
-Music career
-Beer/Cigarettes
-Someone to text-flirt with (or 4 someones)
-Mom/pet/sister/car/etc
(these will never change. ever. unless his band gets as big as coldplay...but maybe one of the songs will be about you?)
so many faux rauxmantics
good luck.
