It’s funny that some people are talking about hipsters and how hipsters are so not hip and how they are not themselves hipsters and how everything about hipsters is supremely lame — except for spending a lot of time and energy making fun of them for not being keen and hip about the same things the person doing the fun-making is into. (Huh?)
Funny thing is, all this hipster-hating is turning into the new hip.
I can’t figure out how I fit in. I started riding a bike for transportation just before it got hip. Started drinking copious amounts of coffee before the current state of hip set in (when I was a wee lad pouring in tons of sugar). Started using Moleskines before they were hip and when they were too esoteric for early millennial hipsters.
Am I a hipster for these things just because they are hip now? Am I nearing the age of being clueless to what’s hip? Maybe; I don’t care very much about it.
I think maybe my own hip-ness can be defined by the new hip (see above). In that case, am I hip for hating on the hipsters? Oh, shit, they’ve turned me into one of them.
Freakin hipsters.
I worry about being a hipster myself…I drink tons of coffee, films like Donnie Darko and Clockwork Orange are among my absolute favorites, I like non-mainstream music, and have a fashion sense that doesn’t conform to trends. But the difference is that I don’t actively try for these things, they are who I am.
Oh no! Not knowing if you’re a hipster or not is the new hip!
But seriously, is that instant coffee? That actually makes you too cool to be a hipster. (although the BMA cup takes away a few points).
Nope, at Station North Arts Cafe’ :)
more on hating and hipness (read comments, lol):
http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2009/04/five-inexplicab.html