How Hipsters Date is a tumblog about, essentially, how hipsters hang out and about my hang outs with said hipsters.
Yes, these are true stories.
Even the break up texts.
It’s also about hipster muses and hipsters I’d like to hang out with.

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How Hipsters Date is proudly made in Brooklyn, NY and you can stalk me on Twitter and anywhere else in the interwebs where wi-fi is available. 

Created by Tag Brum. Here’s a little about him:


So, yeah. I’m Tag Brum. Glad to meet you, hipster kids. Thought I had to say something, if I saw something and because I was outted by the VV, I thought it’d be nice to formally introduce myself over here. This is the Q&A I did with Foster Kamer.

Why protect your identity? (Though, by request, we absolutely will) 
[My original anonymity] was a joke. It’s not like I have a reputation to preserve or anything. I don’t think I’ll get to hang out with anyone else after this though. My name is Tag Brum.

Was the sender a man or a woman? Were they being completely serious?
OK, first of all, that was a chick. And yes, I think so. I mean, how can one reply to that? Even if she wasn’t, I think that’s a good sign that we are not meant to be. Not in a cosmic crap kinda way, just in a being patronized since the first time we hung out kinda way. She is hot though.

Where do you live? B-Burg?
Williamsburg, yes. I wanted to take a closer look into the hipster phenomena. Can we call it that?

Do you consider the person you were dating to be a “hipster”? Other than this text, how so?
Hipster in disguise, I think. I mean, she doesn’t pay her rent. Her dad does. She’s a total poser. Her dad is not. She refers to herself as an artist, but I think she takes that as loosely as any other hipster does. Plus, she’s an Urban Outfitters junkie. And she didn’t fill out her Census form. There, I said it.

Was this text the impetus for starting How Hipster’s Date?
You mean, being dumped? Sure. Also, my friends think my hang out stories are funny. Or at least the outcome of these stories are. A friend of mine came from Amsterdam last Fall and she kind of pushed me into it. In a way, I think it’s an awesome way to deal with break ups. Well, some of them aren’t really that, if you think about it. Because some of these texts I receive after the first date. So it doesn’t count, right?

Do you consider yourself cultured?
No, she was right. I am worldly though. And racially pretty cool.

What was your initial reaction to that text?
I laughed and thought: “yeah, this will be on the internets.”

How’s your dating life moving forward from this? Any plans, changes in policy?
Well, I’m Brazilian and the dating dance here is rather different than the dance in Brazil. I can’t really tell if things are gonna work out from the pick up line. Some people are mad, I’m mad too. I understand. We have to power through and keep going, dating is fun. Except when it’s not. I always try to have fun, even if I know nothing is going to happen.

Um. Yeah.

So there you have it. The dude hipsters date has a face now. Facebook me.

Disclaimer: The name of the tumblog is How Hipsters Date because it’s more ironic than compromising and calling it what every hipster kid is calling it: hanging out.

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