Far be it from me to finally rise from the ashes of a keelhauling stomach bug to post an item apropos of nothing, but what can I say. It’s just the first few paragraphs of this profile of actor Peter Sarsgaard really struck me.

NEW YORK (AP) — Peter Sarsgaard wants to meet in a coffee bar in Brooklyn, but balks when he gets there.

It’s crowded with 30-somethings in carefully rumpled hair, funky glasses, sleek laptops, expensive jeans and oh-so-cool graphic T-shirts. The flavor of the day seems to be smug.

He ducks in for a cup to go, a blueberry muffin and a pound of coffee beans.

“It’s too trendy in there for me,” Sarsgaard says, emerging unrecognized with a laugh.

Sarsgaard has a better place in mind for an interview, leaving behind the sort of over-caffeinated hipsters most likely to have reverentially cleared a path for the indie prince.

What the hell? Dear Reporter Person: next time please try to keep on the subject and avoid including your thinly veiled self-esteem issues. Thanks.

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