I used to love bacon. I also used to love Williamsburg, bikes, mullets being a bad thing, pickles, farmers markets and Mexican food. But these legging clad hipster folk have ruined it just a little for me. Although I suppose soon it won’t be ironic to love bacon so much and it will be a regular delicious food again. Until then, I’ll keep my bacon love to myself and continue to hate reading about things like chicks making dresses out of it.

From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch