And as I step out of this party, fueled by cheap booze, and onto the street, lined with people smoking designer cigarettes... I look for street signs. I'm certain I didn't take the L train here. This isn't Bedford Ave. Um... okay?
The hipster has spread.
A month back, following a conversation with two of my friends, I was encouraged to write a detailed essay/blog. After a party where my friends (who, God bless their hearts, know not about subcultures) got an overdose of hipsterdom, I had this casual talk. "Hipsters are spreading everywhere," an artist says. "They're not just moving into Williamsburg. They're on the 7 train and they're forming scenes in other cities in the United States." The musician says "They are like a cancer, spreading out." I disagree. Cancers are deadly and spread out from the place of origin. Hipsters are just a mere nuisance that are appearing in random places. Hipsters are more like... acne.
You might be thinking that this is quite a harsh thing to say, and I'll agree. It's a rather mean remark. After all, what have hipsters ever done to me? Well... what does acne do to a person? A person who sprouts a few pimples here and there has no REAL significant change. Hell, even a "pizza-face", is still the same person when he/she hits puberty.. just with bad complexion. However... acne is annoying and so are hipsters. They are an irritating breakout waiting to overload with pus, to be pricked with a sterile needle.
"Let them be 'bra', the problem is you. You're the one agitated by the people just living their lives."
Well with all due respect 'bra', go find your way to Dante's 8th circle of Hell.
The hipster en masse bothers me little, just like acne. It only affects the aesthetics of a face/place.
But what is the hipster? An apathetic individual residing in a gentrified neighborhood, whilst encompassing elements of punk, indie and other subcultures, while not eschewing any of the ideologies associated with them. Imagine a person wearing a keffiyeh, while sipping on a caramel macchiato at Starbucks. He or she thrives on irony and being "hip." If you know about something cool (or "deck", which I've been told is no longer a terminology used): a band, an issue, anything said hipster was raving about a week ago... it is no longer cool. Some love the hipster, consider them avant-garde. Others loathe it. Most just don't understand it.
Because this is what's so "hip" now you have these young ones, who have very little to believe in the first place, decide they want to be like these pretentious Williamsburg pricks. Who can blame them? They want to get laid, and talk about how bad their PBR hangovers are, while shopping at American Apparel. "But PBR is cheap and I totally dig the working class pride in it!" Well I'm sure the working class isn't so proud of you. "But American Apparel doesn't use sweat shop labor!" Have you ever been to a sweat shop? Do you even know that the textiles industry in third world countries, like Bangladesh, account for more than 3/4's of their export income. On top of that the industry now employs more than 3 million workers, 90% of whom are women, in Bangladesh alone, giving them a better future than to be raped at home by abusive husbands. I'm not saying life is perfect, but seriously... do some research before you open that one sided I-just-moved-to-the-city-but-i'm-already-such-a-city-slicking-liberal-tard trap. As neighborhoods gentrify, and the meaning of "urban" is lost, I can't help but get a little angered at the fact even though your parents can afford to pay for your $1000 a month studio apartment, the family (YES FAMILY) that used to live there cannot.
You know what I take it back. Hipsters aren't acne. We don't need Clearasil for hipsters. Hipsters are more like small pox. And the only way we got rid of that was eradicating it completely.
-F
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