May. 25th, 2005

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Dear trendy subway companions,

Most of you have headphones that you got because Wired told you were the bleeding edge of technology, but I'm pretty sure 50% of you just like the way they look.

Yes, it does look like you cut your own hair, and no, not in a good way. Maybe you should get a mirror for the back.

I've seen your overpriced assorted Brooklyn-based clothing co shirt and bag on 3 other people today and I still don't get why you paid that much.

Speaking of overpriced, your cellular/internet/wifi/bluetooth/toaster technology is making a weird bleepy singing noise but you're ignoring it 'cause you've got your oversized trendy studio headphones on.

Your iBook and your iPod and the rest of your iCrap can be safely tucked away until you reach Starbucks, you don't have to keep them out all the time. Although this way at least I always know what music you're listening to.

Why are you making fun of the sheeplike mentality of "the frat boy crowd" when your entire look is based off of what trendy technology blog/hip "indie"-styled magazines have told you that you need? Your wool is just a different color. Conformity for social status purposes is the same no matter what clique you're in, you damn yuppie.

Do you even know that everything you're wearing, the music you're listening to and the gadgets that define your self-perceived social status were on the O.C. last week? Aren't you supposed to be slightly ahead of the trend, i.e. after Urban Outfitters but before H&M? Don't worry, the season finale was just on. Put down that Chuck Klosterman book, turn off Blocparty and take off those large headphones, my little Seth Cohen. They'll probably be outdated in the next 5 minutes, but then in 15 they'll be retro-cool, so hang on to them for later.

Dear other subway companions,

I'm glad I don't have to wear a suit every day but you sir, with the white spiky hair and 2 earrings, make it look almost appealing.

Stop coughing on me lady.

I know you're homeless. I know you're hungry. I gave you half my lunch once, so I'm not 100% heartless and unfeeling. But stop telling me you got out of the hospital yesterday, I see you every day. Unless you take a lot of short trips to the hospital at night, which could be entirely true. Still, a little variety wouldn't kill you.

You don't need two seats. Yes, I know you're a guy and have to sit alllll spread out with arms and legs akimbo, but it's rush hour and you can suck an ovary if you think I'm going to stand for 10 stops.

If you hate the music in the subway station so much you have to rant to yourself about it, why don't you move more than 3 feet away from them? No one's forcing you to sit there.

Stop eating your bagel on the train. Mostly because it makes me want one. Damn you! Now I want a bagel!

Love,
Aniline

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