…you may or may not think this is funny.

But you must read on.

There’s a restaurant in the Venice area of Los Angeles called Gjelina (pronounced jell-e-nah) and it’s very hip.

You know, one of those places you go where there’s lots of open space and everybody is talking.

It’s all ra-ra-ra-ra-ra when you walk in because there are so many conversations bouncing off the walls.

As fun as it is, the social scene is not what people like most about the restaurant.

See, Gjelina may be the most hipster restaurant in all of Venice, California.

All the hipsters go there.

So we’re talking about all the guys who have handle bar mustaches. (I have no idea when that ever came back into style, but it seems to be the current rage in Venice.) They’ve got the hair parted in the middle, slicked down on both sides, looking almost like a bad version of Pee-Wee Herman.  Or they’ve got the big, coifed hair that goes way up in the air.

They’re wearing suspenders.

Everybody’s got a pair of Red Wing boots that look like they were either: a. bought vintage from eBay; or b. worn for three weeks in the middle of a forest.

They’ve got the jeans cuffed up, but not cuffed up the cool way like James Dean did it, but cuffed way up their calves so you can see the entire boot.

Bizarre look.

Then they’ve got some type of flannel shirt, but it’s not the old style flannel shirts, it’s the new flannel shirt, almost like they found it at the vintage shop but then got it altered and tailored to fit absolutely perfect for them.

They have beards, a lot of them. Ever since that guy Zach from The Hangover wore a beard, all the dirty hipsters decided to wear these big, full-on beards.

But the funny thing about it is that they all gather at this overpriced restaurant for an overpriced breakfast, and most of them don’t even have money.  It’s almost like they just save their money just to be seen at an overpriced restaurant where all the other hipsters hang out.

But here’s the deal, some of these hipsters are actually reproducing.  And when hipsters reproduce, their kids have names like Story and Seven and Montana and Denver and Mobile.

They don’t do “normal” names anymore.  It’s all just weird names or numbers or things or places.

I met a kid the other day. His name was Suspa.

Suspa.

What is a Suspa?  The women looked at me and said “it’s a feeling I once had.”

She actually said that.

You’ve got to say that this hipster generation is one of the weirdest generations ever.  Not only are they super trendy, but they all just pose.

If you ever go to Gjelina—where these photos were taken, by the way—you’ll see how they hang out.

Tell me what you think of all the hipsters nowadays.

Are you a hipster?

Last night at Axe, there were tables of six to eight women hanging out, eating and talking. All of them were relaxed and having fun because they did not have to deal with the drunken male on the prowl.

I have been telling men for years to head to places like this on a Saturday night, because if they do they will be in a room full of single women. It is so easy in an environment like this to casually talk, smile and make very non-threatening comments. You can say something like “How was your dinner?” then go back to your table and have fun with your buddy (as she is having fun with hers).

Then you can see if she takes the bait. If she does, then great! There have been many times I’ve done this and ended up having dessert with a fun group of women who were there for a girls night out.

How many times do I really need to tell you guys that the non-threatening approach is always the best. You need to think outside the box.

Have an amazing Sunday!