In token hipster fashion, I just got back from one of the Rooftop Films Screenings in Williamsburg.
Not that I’m a hipster. I mean. Whatever. Like I care. But I digress…
I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the screen. Not only was every man there a walking cliche, they were also my types of walking cliches. As in, they all looked the same and I am attracted to only one type of man. I laughed on the inside while David and Caroline gave me strange looks for twisting my neck in every direction when a new catch caught my eye.
It’s nice to see young women supporting the local film scene. I don’t give a shit if they just do it to hook up –– at least Rooftop gets paid for the ticket.