Monday, June 06, 2011
An Ironic Line
I'm sorry, but I can't drink Starbucks every day. The cost (financial and caloric) would ruin me.
And if I did, it wouldn't be the special treat that it is when I do get Starbucks.
And so, I reasoned, since I don't know the pedigree of the office drip (of which I drink 2-3 cups a day), if I go too high quality on the weekend, I might go into shock on Monday morning. (Am I snobby for using the word pedigree? Pffft.... too bad.)
So when I found myself brewing up a pot this weekend (it would also get two pouches of sucrolose and a tablespoon of either French Vanilla or Hazelnut creamer) I got a little angry at the coffee snobs.
I felt like drinking it defiantly and I realized that it was pretty close to drinking it ironically. That there's a fine line between stubbornness and hipsterism and one must be careful.