Was pissed off in Yuppieville last night.

I was in Yuppieville last night with a friend to catch a movie at an arthouse movie theater that's up there and everything I saw kept pissing me off, especially the whimsical store signs. This one wineshop was called "Que Syrah". At a certain age, the frat guys start growing beer guts and the women who love them go for whimsy. It's a type. That's my new saying, "It's a type."