Leave our teeth alone

While walking through Kensington market today, I saw many things. Many strange things. But the most bizarre encounter of the day was what can only be described as a hipster dental office. I kid you not. The sign looked all ironic. The work of a giant hipster asshole, no doubt. The clientele looked like members of Broken Social Scene. It was a sea of messy hair, skinny jeans and snarky, sarcastic glares. I could not believe it. Do hipsters have to infiltrate everything? So instead of intentionally looking dirty and messy are they going to get their hipster dentist to fuck up their teeth, but in a way that looks like they didn’t do it on purpose?  Maybe the hygienists with break into spontaneous burlesque shows or pillow fights.  The fluoride might come in crazy, out there flavours like pink popcorn. This way, the hipster patients will have ample fodder for their post appointment hipster conversation.  They’ll also make it open 24 hours a day. That’s so different. Another conversation piece they can bring up. Right after they tell everyone about the Ethiopian meal they had last night. The dental office was actually closed but I bet you it sucks as much as I think it does.