Do you guys like hipster girls like these?

She’s gorgeous. She sings. What is this hipster nonsense? Who cares?

Huh. What’s not to like?

A pretty girl playing a guitar. But then I guess I’m a 50 yo ‘hipster’ since I like fresh food and am learning the banjo.

Here’s what ran through my mind. I am not sure she is a hipster but the OP got the idea stuck in my head. Then I find out she sings and plays guitar. None are particularly bad things per se. Except that I’ve had the following happen more than once. At some big camping get together involving dozens to hundreds of people, depending on the event. So, you have all these gatherings of folks around various campfires. At some point, somebody joins your particular campfire circle (maybe a friend of a friend or maybe just a friendly stranger you welcome to your little circle). So far so good. But they have a guitar. But they don’t ASK if somebody would like to hear a song. At some point they just start playing and even worse possibly singing. So, do you keep talking or are you supposed to sit there in silent awe? Join in? Throw the damn guitar into the fire? What?

So, when I think of hipsters with guitars, I think campfire douchebag.

So ask them to not paly.

Maybe its just me, but IMO you shouldn’t HAVE to ask them not to play. Then again maybe you are a hipster and hipster rules are different.

For me, ‘hipster’ implies affectation, and I don’t get that from this girl. No make up, chic clothing, exaggerated style. Yes the guitar could qualify, but she could just have a hobby, so I’m not getting what makes her a hipster? Is it just guitar hate?

GovernmentMan, did a hipster run over your dog with one of their evil vintage bicycles?

I suspect he found himself at a party where a fistfight broke out over Yo La Tengo, and he was embarrassed by not having an opinion.

I think this girl is either someone he knows in real life who rejected him, or someone he attempted to communicate with online and who rebuffed or ignored him.

Agreed. And by posting the videos he wants us all to be drawn in and post things like “What an ugly hipster bitch! Who can’t sing! And is clearly very ugly!”

Yeah, that’s not happening.

Have you ever tried it? You may not know what you are missing :wink: :smiley:

But why do you care? Why are you so interested in if total strangers look like hipsters or not?

Oh my god I’ve just discovered I’m an aging fat ass hipster.

As long as you don’t sing about being an aging fat ass hipster around Billfish678’s campfire, you should be fine.

If they are well received by the folks who enjoy singing around the campfire, then yes, it is just you. If they annoy the group around the campfire, then it is not just you and you would do well to mention it to them.

Come to think of it, you could simply shout “Mime!” and club the guitarist with an unbreakable walking stick.

I think she’s awful cute, but just a kid. I’m not interested in women her age. I would, however, flirt with her if she gave me the chance. That would make me feel virile.

Its not just me at these campfires. Because my campfire cohorts complain about it too. Maybe your campfire cohorts are different. But fortunately its rare enough to not make a big deal about it. But the point again being you shouldnt HAVE to tell em to stop it. Nobody ASKED them to start belting out tunes. IMO its rude, just like dominating the conversation or cranking up the radio you brought when nobody asked you to even turn it on. So, tell your hipster friends to ask first please. Or at least wait until everybody is sitting around the campfire NOT talking for an extended period before they start rather than while people are still talking.

Oh I don’t mind hearing songs about aging hipsters because that means they arent long for this world :slight_smile:

Yeah, but campfires spontaneously generate bad guitar players, in the same way that bananas generate fruit flies.

I’m lucky, in that they tend tend to be folks who get paid to play, so the campfires/BBQs/House parties can be pretty amazing. Back at the dawn of time, however, there was one fellow who loved to sing loudly and horribly, so we just pitched stones at him whenever he opened up. Problem solved.