Thursday, October 19, 2006

PBR's hipster pedigree.


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Who knows how these things happen, but it happened: shitty Pabst Blue Ribbon somehow became the ironic beer of choice for NYC hip-peoples (though, it is waning a bit lately). 'Dude! It's like got a blue ribbon, but it like tastes like crap...Cheers!' As you can see above, even back in the 1940s, PBR was the choice of Bettys and Artists everywhere.
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(also, here's some hipster haikus, some of which mention PBR.)

9 Comments:

Blogger Jason Falls said...

I've always thought PBR had a sort of retro appeal. Glad the city-dwellers have validated my notion that it's more than a frat house punch line. Good stuff.

9:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

only someone blindfolded would drink that crap

11:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

New hipster haiku:

Black cuffed skinny jeans
Catch the drops of PBR
You spilled on my Chucks.

12:24 PM  
Blogger Slinky Redfoot said...

I guess this answers the question: can you polish a turd? In this case a resounding yes!

12:30 PM  
Anonymous thehorseyourodeinon said...

PBR: Chardonnay for posers. it's david lynch's fault: blue velvet, 1986, dennis hopper screaming "Heineken?!? FUck that shit." kyle mcwhatsis looking stunned.

2:07 PM  
Blogger New York Punk said...

PBR saw me through two years of grad school. 50 cent pints, every week night. It made me forget the magnitude of stupidty that I was pursuing.

3:45 PM  
Blogger David said...

Truthfully there is a case of PBR in my beer fridge right now. You can't beat $9.99 a case at Vons (supermarket chain).

Although, being a) a 30 year old man and b) one who purchases beer for value at a supermarket, I cannot be a hipster. Unless, of course, I did it all Ironically.

5:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

$3 PBR + Jim Beam shot at Bob & Barbara's on Philly's South Street. If I can spend $20 and vomit on my shoes, you can call me a hipster any day, bub.

2:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was visiting a friend in Winston-Salem a few years back and he took me to a very nice restaurant that offered, amidst a plethora of alcoholic beverage choices: ICDC beer:

"A can of Pabst for $1: Ice-cold, Dirt cheap"

Went well with a $18 rack of ribs.

I'm always sort of surprised to see PBR being sold. Kind of like running across a Genessee. This was the beer teenagers used to drink and wing the bottles in the creek behind my house.

Hipster Haikus? I'm out.

1:31 AM  

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