Twenty-two year-old Kari Ferrell, better known as the Hipster Grifter, seduced horny skinny jean-wearing hipsters in Brooklyn to steal their money. Later, she forged checks and tried to pull a fast one on Vice. Now serving time in Utah, she talked with the Daily Beast about what cell life is all about.
Some juicy tidbits for your fast and furious consumption:
The Daily Beast: What has been the most surprising part of prison?
Kari Ferrell: The most surprising part of jail (contrary to popular belief, I am in jail, not prison. Big difference) has to be the wide variety of people that come in. As with most of society, I assumed that the only people incarcerated were individuals who R KellyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d little boys, and those who like freebasing crack cocaine out of human skulls. There have been girls in here for such things as unpaid parking tickets, driving without insurance, jay walking (seriously! And it was her only chargeÃ¢â‚¬â€spent four days in here) and giving a blowjob to her partner (by marriage) at a park. (Hello, who hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t done that?) Obviously there are those in here for more serious crimes, and that is unsurprising, but jay walking? Come on. Maybe itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a Utah thing?
The Daily Beast: What is just like you imagined it to be? The food? The beds?
Ferrell: On the opposite side of the spectrum; the most unsurprising thing is that itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s exactly how I thought it would be: ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the Orwellian nature of jail itself. We are housed in cells that resemble fish bowls, [with] large plexiglass windows, so that the guards are able to look in at any time; no privacy whatsoever. I also expected boredom to be exactly how it is: mind-numbingly unproductive. You can only work out, read, attempt to educate a cellmate on metaphysics, masturbate, and draw so much yÃ¢â‚¬â„¢know?
The Daily Beast: Do you have a cellmate? Tell us about them.
Ferrell: My former cellmate, Jerzy Mitchell, was phenomenal. We had the same interests (I highly doubt any other female in this jail listens to Felt and Chris Garneau), similar tastes and an affinity for men with facial hair. She was with me for three months, and when she left I felt like I lost a significant body part. Jerzy Mitchell is my runaway spleen. Shut up. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s significant enough. My new cellmate is, uh, different. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hard to relate to a heroin-addicted prostitute who is offended when you ask, Ã¢â‚¬Å“So how much did you charge to gum their meat?Ã¢â‚¬Â (In case youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re curious, the answer is $40.) When youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re locked down for 24 hours a day with someone (the pod I am in is a minimum/medium custody pod. Even though I am minimum, we are only out for three hours a dayÃ¢â‚¬â€alternating mornings and evenings) you have to get along.
Good luck with that, girlfriend.