the hipster cop

A few days ago I mentioned doing police work could be interesting and not a few days later Kelsey finds this:

He was dubbed “The Hipster Cop” a little over a week ago, a few days after pictures trickled online of a plainclothes detective—dressed more like an actor from Dead Poet’s Society than NYPD Blue—patrolling the Occupy Wall Street protest. Then the Hipster Cop Twitter jokes started: “He only uses pepper spray ironically.” “Sure I have a nightstick…I bought it on svpply.com.” And just yesterday, The New York Times ran the first interview with Rick Lee, a 45-year-old community affairs detective with an addiction to Ralph Lauren, a.k.a. The Hipster Cop. Or rather, a.k.a. The Country Gentleman.

Maybe I really have missed my calling.

31 thoughts on “the hipster cop

  1. Sheila Ryan

    I’ve occasionally thought it’s a drag that applying to work for the CIA was so seriously uncool when I was young enough to do so. I think I would have made a kick-ass spy.

  2. Sheila Ryan

    I sometimes hear it as that!

    (And when I get excited, my little China girl says, “Oh, baby, just you shut your mouth.”)

  3. Sheila Ryan

    I’d give you mine, Kelsey, if it weren’t Deron’s. Wait. Maybe you could be “Bauman” and I could be “Parker”.

    Oh, but that wouldn’t work, ’cause Deron and I have too much fun barking “Bauman!” and “Ryan!” at one another.

  4. Sheila Ryan

    Could our carrier pigeon please transport the antidote from the heel of your shoe to my heel?

  5. Sheila Ryan

    I’m seeing spots . . . everything’s going black . . . I’m swallowing the secret message . . . tell them I did it all in the service of a Worthy Cause.

  6. Sheila Ryan

    Ooh. That was nasty. I spewed the secret message. Coming back up, it tasted like those orange marshmallow circus peanuts. And I got my fingertips all sticky rearranging the letters.

    People think the life of a secret agent is glamorous, but they don’t know the half of it.

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