Rediscovered recently.  Thing that’s funniest about it to me is that 90% of the jokes that modern hipster-bashers make with an air of total, dismissive spite are rendered in a really clever, affectionate way here (Lanham wasn’t Jane Goodall living among the apes or anything).  However, there’s also been a decent degree of evolution in the 5+ years since this thing dropped (The Blipster, The MIAlt, and the Post-Twee Lumberpunk had not yet risen and the Neon Trash Aesthetic was a kitschy drop as opposed to a way that people actually dressed).  It’s also fun to track the whole Vice aesthetic w/r/t the stuff about testosterone irony that the book covers.  There’s also a question of how irony-literate the current generation is: Did casual, ironic homophobia die because too many people were reading it as real homophobia, did we all just get over it, or did Prop 8 etc. actually make it a little bit too real to keep joking about?