Risky Business

It's a tale as old as the Hatfield & the McCoys, Capulets & Montagues - it's Hipsters vs. Prepsters. This rivalry came to a head at a recent shindig we threw. Our party was a riskier gamble than we had initially assessed. With Jordan all up in L.A.'s hipster scene and Emmerson sufficiently implanted in the upscale bonds of the prepsters, we figured the party was going to be an interesting ground for experimental social bonding. Sure the hipsters might slyly nod to the prepsters when it comes to fashion (I mean come on, there's no doubt who pioneered the Sperry topsider look), but when it comes to philosophies on life these two couldn't be more like oil and water.

The intermingling started out rather calm, both groups coexisted, although calculated geographical positions were taken by party-goers of opposing sides. But soon, weekly hygiene habits and the validity of musical elitist overtures were questioned and all hell broke loose. The scene played out like some trippy, plaid and khaki-laced version of West Side Story. Hipsters on the north wall, prepsters on the south. The two groups slowly migrating across the living room toward one another with a quieted fervor reserved for slow motion scenes in a Tarantino flick (I haven't seen so many skinny jeans marching since the great exodus from the Anorexia ward of '03). If only the snapping and singing had been replaced by sporadic outbursts into emotional poetry or some random number generation of APRs and ROIs I could have died and gone to heaven. But alas not all fantasies can come true...when the neo jets and sharks met, mid-living room, PH and Toby, repsectively, the leaders of each clan, stood penny loafer to chuck taylor. The other guests held their collective breath as the anticipation of what was next was barely tolerable. Violence? Ascots and fedoras furiously flying across the room? Silence and an intense stare down between the two leaders is what actually ensued.... followed by some of PH's covert coveting of Toby's ecru colored cardigan *jealousface*. After remembering that both the hipster and the prepster are pacifists and frankly kinda whimpy, the two clans backed down and agreed to disagree for the evening; at least enough to mutually enjoy the tasty veggies and hummus dip.