Overheard on a Dundas St. streetcar, a conversation between a 20-something gal knitting her way through the ride, her toothy, non-knitting gal pal and their male buddy -- all dressed in what I would consider the uniforms of 20-something hipsters who live in that zone west of Bathurst between Queen and College (for fun, describe that style of dress in the comments area if you think you know it):

K - This is Toronto: We go out for pupusas.

NK - I said we were going out to hear soca, and they didn't know what it was! Tee-hee!

MB - So-Cal. Ha, ha, ha (clearly impressed with own wit).

K - The only people who listen to talk radio are middle-aged men from East York -- not that there's anything wrong with being a middle-aged man from East York*.

* I wonder if the last line was for my benefit (I felt eyes), although I don't live in East York or listen to talk radio. But maybe I look like I do. If so, then the shame is mine to bear.

M - I have a meeting with the producer of Zed TV next week.

NK- Oh yeah? Could you tell him about us?

So if the producer of Zed TV is reading this, somewhere out there in TTC Land, there's two, pupusa-eatin', soca-listenin', talk-radio-disdainin', presumably inner-T.0. gals who would just love a chance to do their "hipper than thou" routine for you on late-night public television.

Well, at least two. My instincts tell me there might be more where those came from. :)