there's something about the berkeley/oakland white hipster. usually sruffy or fashionably unique. there are girls with striped armbands and cords walking dogs with pink bows, or boys with black dickies just tight enough to counterpoise their newly aquired print vintage shirt. you see the activist nature granola honeycombscrub mielsoap wielding honeysuckle branch wax shoe doc marten rockstar i give a fuck demeanor. the white-dreadlocked neo-rastafarian macheavellian. ladies in paisley spaghetti-strapped summer frocks with pattern skirts flowwing in the afternoon breezes whilst riding on bicycles barely pieced together, but ultimately hip and user-friendly.

yes, there's no gettingaround or though them, because odds are you might be one.