Need Teepee for My Bunghole
Cringe alert! It has been brought to my attention that there’s a growing trend in our humble, down-to-Earth town that you may want to keep your eyes on. Wait for it…Teepees! Like, Cherokee-chic. I’ll say it once more: Teepees!
That’s right! The historic homes of the Great Plains nomadic tribes may now be found at a brownstone near you. Shit, you may be sitting cross-legged while dehydrating a side of tatonka and smoking the wampum while reading this. No, that’s not racist! I didn’t once mention casinos.
C’mon Brooklyn! Don’t we look ridiculous enough? I mean, there’s a lot we’re doing right but this fucking teepee thing is not strengthening the argument for hipster rights. Too many people already make their own moustache wax. Applying it while in your Native American stabbin’ cabin is taking it to the next level.
Apparently the leaders of the movement claim that teepees provide a place of meditation and escape from busy urban life. I agree that we all need to hide from the beast at times, I’m just not sure building a giant fucking traffic cone in your 6X9 “bonus” room is the respite I’m looking for. It’s lovely to honor traditions of an historic culture, but bastardizing it in your basement may not be what Dances with Wolves intended.
If you disagree and are rocking the teepee old school style all the more power to you. I’ll stick to the Museum of Natural History.
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