Sunday, March 21, 2010
Stuff Hipsters Hate: When Their Friends Go to Law School
"Janelle: Hey dude, Jason is having a fucking awesome party tonight at some loft in Bushwick. Wanna get there early? Like 1 a.m. or somethin’?
Tyron: Sorry, lady. I have to study.
Janelle: What the fuck do you have to study for? You’ve been outta school for five years…
Tyron: The LSATs.
Janelle. Are you shitting me?
Tyron: Naw, I mean, this whole poet thing isn’t really working out. I mean, no one wants to pay me to write, so I figured I would, like, learn a trade.
Janelle: Are you going to be an LSAT tutor…?
Tyron: No, asshole. I’m going to law school.
Janelle: What the fuck? When have you ever expressed interest in the law? You don’t even like motherfucking Law & Order—and there’s like six versions of that show to choose from.
Tyron: Well, lawyers make a lot of money, which is something I don’t have. I can’t shelve books at an indie bookstore and do poetry slams forever, Jan. I can’t. I need stuff like, I dunno, a real bed. A room with walls. Last week I brought this chick home and she took one look at my so-called room—a shower curtain and bed sheets do not a bedroom make—and announced that she had to get up early. She’s a fucking freelancer. How many freelancers do you know who have to “get up early”? I can’t deal with this anymore, dude. I need to eat. I need to get laid. I need cash. I mean, yeah, I would probably have to wear a suit year-round to cover up my sleeve tats, and, sure, I would have to shave more often and probably move to Manhattan and drink with I-bankers at shitty places like Blondies, and I would most definitely have to pretend to get excited about sports and shit—but I can do it. I can suck it up. I’m almost 30. It’s time to get serious.
Janelle: Dude, you’re not going to get into law school. I mean, that’s just a stone cold fucking science fact.
Tyron: Why the fuck not? I got like fucking straight A’s in college.
Janelle: Well, for one, you majored in abstract sculpture and Victorian poetry, and two, the most experience you’ve had with the legal system was that time you got arrested for breaking into that construction site, getting smashed and passing out in your own vomit.
Tyron: Dude. That was like a fucking minor offense. Like, you know, a misnomer.
Janelle: Um. I rest my case."