damn-hipsters

WHEN PEOPLE REMOVE THE CAPTION I PUT ON MY OWN DAMN ART WHEN THEY REBLOG IT IT MAKES ME SO MAD

LIKE YOU CAN’T JUST TAKE HALF OF WHAT I POST OUT OF THE POST

YOU CAN’T JUST SILENCE WHAT THE ARTIST HAS TO SAY ABOUT HER ARTWORK GOD DAMMIT

I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE A DAMN HIPSTER WHO FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON DOESN’T WANT TEXT ON THEIR BLOG

YOU DON’T DO THAT YOU FRICKIN BUTTFACE

wear shorts up to our asses and smoke weed on Dark Side of the Moon and say YOLO in every given sentence and pictures of nail polish considered photography and inspirational songs called you a stupid hoe

talkin bout my generation

Dear hipsters with meaningless owl tattoos,

I hate you. Now that your images of cutesy owls in top hats that symbolize nothing more than how easily trends sway you plague the world, I am doubting my plans, in which two owls rest on each of my shoulders, representing my parents, their wisdom, and ability to keep me lifted, as well as the creativity of three of my closest friends. Run on sentence, meets rant, meets explanation. I don’t want to be seen as an oxymoron, then again, who am I to care what anyone thinks?

Sincerely, Jenny Jane.

But really, I care what some of you think. Thoughts?

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Last weekend I ran the Pioneers Press table at the first ever Atlanta Zine Fest.  Here are some photos taken by my spacephone.

Thanks to everyone involved in putting AZF together.   I met a bunch of cool folks and read a ton of cool zines.  I’m looking forward to next year’s already! 

Also, the last picture is a bunch of comics by Meghasissues.  Check ‘em out!  They’re great!

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Lauren Jauregui: The “Damn Hipster”