Dads are the Original Hipsters

Your dad rocked tattoos before you did and he still has the arm art to prove it. Nothing says whiskey steel tough like the mark of a million needle punches. His flesh canvas is home to many works of awesome by the Michelangelo of the ink gun. Every piece of his body graffiti was a middle finger to the conservative masses and their skin virginities. 

So hipsters, next time you’re getting another sailor inspired addition to your sleeve or something else regrettable pushed permanently into your dermis, remember this…

That naked lady on your dad’s forearm might look a little familiar if you take a closer look. 

Big thanks to Emily for today’s photo. 

Breaking format once again because this month is special for me. If it wasn’t for Movember, Dads are the Original Hipsters wouldn’t exist. It was this time last year that my dad grew in his face to prove to me he will always be better than me at everything. He was right. This was also when it first struck me that my dad was a hipster. So, in honor of my dad, dads everywhere and the great cause behind Movember, I’m participating again this year. If you’d like to make a donation, click here. 

Mobro.co/dadsaretheoriginalhipsters

Thank you in advance for any donation that gets made. 

Also, at the end of Movember I want to crown one dad “Movember’s Greatest Man.” Just submit a photo of your dad rocking an amazing stache and I will pick the best one at the end of the month to put up on the site/ Facebook page. 

To submit just send me an email at dadsaretheoriginalhipsters@gmail.com with the photo and put Movember in the subject line. 

Cheers, 

Brad

Your dad didn’t smile for photos before you didn’t and he looked agro in retrospect to prove it. He threw murder glances at camera lenses and could intimidate from a 4x6 print. It was all part of maintaining the whiskey tough myth image he had created. He was the man people didn’t mess with because his anti-smile lifestyle made him look like he could win any knuckle chess bout before it even began. 

So hipsters, next time you’re hitting your version of blue steel while your friend takes an instagram shot, remember this…

Your dad looked so hard when he didn’t smile for photos that people got black eyes from just glancing at his image. 

Thanks to Ohnojojo on Tumblr for today’s photo. 

Your dad was into Asian women before you were and your diversified gene pool is proof of it. He lusted after those hot lady lotus flowers and they haunted his dreams while he cold sweated yellow fever each night. Then, late one evening after ingesting copious amounts of firewater he met her, your Far East mom. With the courage juice in full effect, he asked her out.  This photo was snapped shortly after her fearful response of yes.

So hipsters, next time you’re manhandling yourself to a photo a Karen O. while listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, remember this…

Your dad is the white rice in your mom’s stir-fry.

Big thanks to Shane for today’s photo

Your dad was into sailing before you were and he’s got the Captain’s hat to prove it. Riding his fixie of the sea, he sailed his boat like a fistfight and left black-eyed waves in his wake as a reminder to Poseidon that he was the true king of the depths. The Atlantic winds were his mistress, but your mom was the only real person who could raise his sail.

So hipsters, next time you’re shopping for lateral blue striped shirts and brushing up on your sea speak before an ocean bound voyage, remember this…

You’ll always just be a deckhand to the original master and commander.

Thanks to Icawdrey for today’s epic dad photo.