Hipsters are taking advantage of the rising unemployment rates by embracing the chaos, forgoing the soul-deadening life of work in cubicles and steady paychecks, and instead dumpster-diving for old bananas and half-eaten burritos.
It may not have entered our daily lexicon yet, but a small army of social media junkies — and regular junkies — with a sudden overabundance of time is busy Tweeting: “Funemployment road trip to Portland. Hope this truck driver doesn’t rape me! LOL!” “I can finally fit into my skinny jeans. Thanks, starve-cation!”
Hey, if you’re in your 20’s with maybe a trust fund as backup, that might even be a whole lot of fun for six months or so. But what if you fall into the underclass and can’t get back? Or actually do get raped? Oopsie.
Like someone said back in the 60’s about the same kind of thing – when do you stop being a hippie and start being a bum?