As you are no doubt aware, I think Keep Austin Weird is misguided, smug, self-conscious, and counter-productive. I don’t need to belabor that point any further I’m sure. But remember in that high school personality parade, how there were two kinds of “weird?”
The kind that was in-your-face weird, constantly declaring the names of underground-y bands they wanted to see, showing off each kitschy accessory like it was a Daytime Emmy (“Oh my god, can you even believe I have a Hello Kitty watch?! I’m like 16! That’s crazy! I’m always just so weird like that!”). And the heterogenous kind of oddballs that were just, well, weird. The theater kids, the artists, the junior engineering society members, the drumline. The ones who were just being themselves, and didn’t have to make such a big ol’ deal about it.
Pittsburgh is just being itself. And it’s hilarious. And weird. And I love it.
What’s your favorite strange thing about Pittsburgh?
Also, Cat got a new photo for Cat’s Call as of yesterday. Verdict: all her power was in her eyeliner! She pulls her punches now – bummer.