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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Such cultural mishmash is ripe for parodying. In 2003, author Robert Lanham wrote The Hipster Handbook, trying to codify the rules to hipsterdom, like "You graduated from a liberal arts school whose football team hasn't won a game since the Reagan administration" and "You have one Republican friend who you always describe as being your 'one Republican friend.' " There's also Hipster Bingo and, of course, Look at This F___ing Hipster (the link obviously contains strong language). Chronicling hipsterdom's extremes, the LATFH photo blog was a viral sensation, netting its founder, Joe Mande, a book deal...
...gain some real-world insight into these stats, I called the first smart short person I could think of, a friend named Milton Lee. Despite what these studies indicate, smart short people do exist. Milt, a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, made a killing as a Wall Street trader in the 1990s, but quit finance to chase his dream of becoming a basketball coach. He has trained many NBA players, including this year's top draft pick, Oklahoma's Blake Griffin, and even landed an assistant coaching gig for the Los Angeles Clippers' summer-league team...
...other metropolitan rail system in America. Starting at age 16, I worked three summers in L.A. without a license, which meant daily hour-and-a-half-long commutes (and that's just one-way). On subsequent visits home, having to beg for a car ride from a friend never seemed as bad as those mind-numbing hours on public transportation...
...shaken, but not traumatized. To my mother, on the other hand, I might as well have been hooked up to tubes and on the brink of death. I was forbidden from riding in cars with friends. As for my own license? If even Christine, my "responsible" friend, managed to get us into an accident, then I shouldn't ever be allowed behind the wheel. Since I was in no position to pay for my own car or insurance, I didn't argue...
...little quarter-life crisis. The only thing I could think of: watching a couple of guys in their 60’s rock out on the piano as if it was still 1975 and they had just blown a few lines in the dressing room. Luckily, my best friend Danny and I had tickets to see Billy Joel and Elton John play at Gillette Stadium in Foxborough, Mass. the following night...