So let’s see. I’m a comic and film nerd. I preach environmentalism and then throw my cigarette butt on the ground. I talk about my travels abroad and spout philosophical quandaries while drinking cheap beer. Youth in Revolt made me come to terms with the fact that I am a hipster. I resisted for years. As you may know, there’s nothing a hipster hates more than being categorized. But she helped me come to terms. She accepted me for who I am ironically unironically, L’Étranger quotation tattoo and all. Now, excuse me while I go pirate the new Decemberists album.
Going out with Scott Pilgrim vs. the World was being with a girl with severe ADHD who refuses to medicate herself. Jumping from topic to topic, her train of thought is always running a station faster than you can keep up with. But what you do pick up is so entertaining, you don’t care about being left in the dust. She’s the kind of girl who has an uncountable number of tabs when browsing online, shuffling between them at inhuman speeds. The previous generation hates her type, considering her impolite and unfocused. She is the product of the information age, a font of pop culture assembled like a picture collage that can be appreciated at both distance and magnification. Every time I see her she leaves me with something new to admire.
