Now that irony and kitsch are all the rage for hipsters ready to spill $$$$ in the trendy West Village, an old sign spells hipness. This pilfered old chicken farm sign sits in the window of Jezebels in the West Village, where hipsters go to drink-drunk-pewk. Their kind has invaded the Village, East Village, Lower East Side, typically making the hood hell for those who like to sleep at 3 am. But I mostly detest the use of old signage, which signified real work, by punks who get drunk, fall down and piss on my doorstep. thanks for letting me squeal.