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And here's your latest on Gleegate-- -One of the of the 415 Gang who was charged is in police custody, that being Brian Dwyer who surrendered to the police. He is said to have admitted to kicking one of the Yalies while he was on the ground with the intention to hurt him. The ringleader of the 415 Gang, Richard Aicardi, hasn't gone to the police yet but is telling everyone that the whole thing is more complicated than it comes off as and that he was acting in self-defense. In fact, his whole call to his "20 strong" (we see a sequel to 300 in which twenty local Catholic school boys hold off a horde of glee club members, sacrificing themselves to save San Francisco from acapella groups) because he thought he needed back up to save him from a possible glee club attack. He did admit, however, that he threw a couple of "haymakers" and for those who don't know what a haymaker is, according to the Urban Dictionary, a "haymaker" is a an exceptionally loud, resounding fart. Hmmm... maybe we grabbed the wrong definition there. On the other hand, going around viciously farting on people could be seen as assault. more ›

A battle has been raging behind the scenes at Wikipedia. No, it's not over copyrights or veracity or how well an article explains its premise. It's over whether or not the entry on San Francisco's Marina District should include an explanation of the term Marina Girl (and, by extension, Marina Guy). The main arguments for deletion is that it's a stereotype and that the content of the article is heavily biased against the Juicy Couture clad set at The Matrix. But if you look at the standing article at the SFGate, it describes to a tee the Marina Girl without actually mentioning the term:

Today the apartment buildings, shops and restaurants seem to be bursting at their seams with beautiful, young and fit 20- and 30-somethings. The singles scene is hopping on Friday and Saturday nights, with lots of fresh-faced postgrads with cocktails in one hand and cell phones in the other. Union is arguably the best street in the city to window-shop the hours away on a sunny Saturday afternoon, and, a few blocks down, Chestnut has an incredible variety of high-quality restaurants catering to every palate.

The Mission Hipster is a twenty-something self-proclaimed 'artist,' usually seen drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon at dive bars when not riding up and down Valencia on their track bike. They take pride in their relative poverty (though more than a few have wealthy families), working jobs as baristas or bike messengers. Their signature look includes a fauxhawk (male) or short bowl cut (female), aviator sunglasses, an ironic t-shirt, ripped jeans and Chuck Taylors. They can be found in great number at Slim's or the Bottom of the Hill on any given weekend where they prefer the sounds of acoustic guitars played by troubled singer-songwriters and upbeat post-punk-pop. They often avoid the upper Mission on those same nights, complaining that it's overrun by 'slumming yuppies from the Marina.'