February 15, 2010
So I’m at a coffee shop in Cambridge, MA and while the barista is steaming the milk he says enthusiastically, “cool gloves!” to which I reply, “Thanks! I’m a big girl now…leather gloves!” I take note of his hipsterness and disapproval of my wearing leather and add, “you know they’re great for riding bike because leather keeps your hands really warm.” No active response. I add, “you know, the native americans wore leather for warmth,” to which he responds, “yeah, but the native americans were also vegetarian.” The beauty of his idiotic bliss was so hilarious that I just smiled, took my coffee and left it at that.

So I’m at a coffee shop in Cambridge, MA and while the barista is steaming the milk he says enthusiastically, “cool gloves!” to which I reply, “Thanks! I’m a big girl now…leather gloves!” I take note of his hipsterness and disapproval of my wearing leather and add, “you know they’re great for riding bike because leather keeps your hands really warm.” No active response. I add, “you know, the native americans wore leather for warmth,” to which he responds, “yeah, but the native americans were also vegetarian.” The beauty of his idiotic bliss was so hilarious that I just smiled, took my coffee and left it at that.

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