We've talked alot about how you shouldn't shove all your sporty dreams on your kid and enroll them in some year-round sport because it's not good for their bodies or their emotional development. But that was before the Hipster Olympics. Now that I know about this, I'm scrutinizing my kid the way the East Germans used to, looking for the classic signs of disaffection and ennui that mark a true competitor. She also hates Prince, which I did not believe was possible and may be a nascent sign of hipsterosity. Clearly we have fallen short in the ironic t-shirt training, but I'm hoping she'll be scouted by one of the bored kids that hang out at the dive bar/tapas place near our house and be awarded a scholarship. And today she actually rolled her eyes and muttered, "Whatever." I'm trying not to get teary here, but I may just have a gold medalist on my hands.
Check out the Hipster Olympics and see if your kid has a shot at living the dream. If you miss something, there's always the American Apparel instant replay.
