Oh, man. I really, really look forward to your future posts. You do not disappoint.

So good in fact, that I’ve completely bypassed your sarcasm detector.

I definitely didn’t intend to insult anyone, especially from anyone Texas (which includes Austin, the Hipster Capital of the Southwest) with my tongue in cheek hipsterism in a funny article about being funny about hipsters. If I offended you, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were the sensitive type.

I hope you don’t think that we don’t have Juggalos where I live, or that I think that’s all that’s west of the Mississippi.

You getting mad that I jokingly implied that people in your geographic climate might not get the jokes I made isn’t making a great case for you though.

Incidentally, my sister was recently drive-by Faygoed by Juggalos in full on face paint while visiting a friend in Toledo, so you might want to tell your friends to “dial it back.”

anyway, just dial it back.

In which case, “go to hell” is a fair response.

My statement was meant (forgive me here…) ironically, as the kind of thing a hipster would say.

I also didn’t realize that “fly-over state” was apparently derogatory, or mean to imply that anyone who lives there is a “rube.” I live in what most of the country considers “the Bible Belt,” and I doubt the veracity of that term to describe me in any way, but I’ve never told someone to go to hell for saying it.

Also, there’s a lot of the country that is considered “flyover-space” that isn’t just the Midwest. I’m in Texas, and we’ve got several major cities and large airports. We’re still not in NYC or LA.

The phrase is just a pejorative for the rubes who don’t live in places like LA, SF, NYC or, possibly, Washington DC.

Its generally not used by people from, say, Orlando, to discuss people in San Antonio.

It’s also got the largest international airport in the country, which is also the busiest airport in the world, so if you want to get really technical, it should avoid “fly-over” status by default…

I just thought you were really jealous of the cultural touchstone that is a healthy hipster population.

A term like that seems to impress the idea that there is little of value in those areas — something I would strongly contest.

I assumed it was an infestation that hadn’t quite made it that far inland from Europe.

Go to hell.