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You know, it’s funny. Sometimes you log on to MySpace and find a friends invitation from some awful indie pop band from Portland who named themselves after a Decemberists lyrics. And then sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes you surf through your friend’s profile and find out her little sister is some suburb-stranded hipster who spends all day on soulseek and ebay, buying vintage Blue Cheer t-shirts and limited edition copies of Marquee Moon.

I told my friend about how amazing her little sister’s profile was and she was all: “Oh yeah, she just has no friends and spends all day finding the sub-underground bands.” What?!?! She does this all by herself? And she’s 18? Holy shit. By age 24, this girl is going to make Lydia Lunch look like Katie Couric. And what does “sub-underground mean?” Blue Cheer isn’t underground enough? According to my friend, “Blue Cheer is the band everybody knows about but doesn’t think anybody else does.”

Touché, little lady suburban hipsters of America. You have shown me something today.