Did you or anyone else ask the guy to take off his hat as it was blocking your view?
You and my mother both dislike the wearing of hats indoors. I see no problem, I’m not hurting anyone, it’s my head, and I like hats. And since I’m 47 (almost 48), I’m almost to the “Old Coot” category myself.
As for people thinking less of me for wearing a hat indoors? If I worried what people thought of me I’d worry myself to an early grave. I think enough of myself to not need the approval of strangers.
Couldn’t have been a real hipster; I mean, Death Cab is on a major label now, and they’ve been name-checked on The O.C., for Christ’s sake.
The crowd would mostly be quasi-hipsters who are un-hip enough to admit that they still enjoy the band (like, for instance, me) or poseur wannabes. Hard to say which group your guy was in.
Daddy told me never to wear a hat inside… but Daddy also told me not to call out my elders on their manners. <sings> You can leeeeave your hat on!
Heh, well if you go see a show in a genre called “indie” where “indie” is signified by a sound that can be picked up by major labels, you kind of have to expect it.
I live next to the east coast Hipster headquarters, Williamsburg Brooklyn. I always have found them kind of irritating, but it’s a lot more fun to make fun of them for their trucker hats than anything. I mean I’d imagine that the majority of them wearing a John Deere cap couldn’t pick a John Deere tractor out of a lineup even though it’s the only one with that signature Green exterior.
I hate the anti-aesthetic hipster art culture a lot just because I think it makes the urban landscape uglier, but then again a lot of the girls are really cute in their skimpy little mod outfits, so what can I say?
In New York is pretty ridiculous because there is an underlying hipster competition. You’ve got ravers making fun of “hipsters”. I used to be big into the goth scene, but I got tired of dealing with “genre” scenes, and my new crowd is pretty open to all sorts, I like it much better this way. I used to push goths out of my way at goth clubs because for the most part they are mean and backbiting and I knew they weren’t gonna do anything about it, so I didn’t care, but now I am glad to be out of that kind of thing. I hate going to the hipster events like you are talking about and probably wouldn’t go to a Death Cab concert.
We always make fun of Bedford Avenue on the L train for being “The Great Hipster Exodus”. If I were about 5 years younger I might’ve knocked his hat off of his head were I at that concert.
Erek
Pointless and stupid rant. Someone in public was dressed inappropriately, in your opinion. (No hats indoors? How about basketball games? Truck pulls? Rodeos? The rule sems a bit broad to me.) If you are worried about how someone is dressed at a concert, someone you don’t even know, then you have what my mother would have called “high class worries.” Find something important to worry about and get the fuck over it.
Hey, hey, hey! Civilizing the unwashed masses is a great responsibility!
I find your concern over his pointless and stupid rant to be pointless and stupid. This is what your mother would have called high class worries. Can’t you find something important to worry about and get the fuck over it?
Erek
“…they just throw their fedora’s wherever the floor is…”
“The Mexican Hat Dance” - Allan Sherman
Perhaps if your perception approached reality I could. I don’t think you have found what you think you have.
I’m not the one blowing seven paragraphs of spit bubbles about a person’s choice of hats, or trying to dictate to the world how to dress.
Oh, I see what I’m dealing with now. Great response. You people sure go to some pussy comcerts if you can knock off a man’s hat and get away with it. In the blues bars I frequent people either have enough manners to keep their hands to themselves, or they quickly learn them.
That’s true, you are blowing a couple paragraphs of spit bubbles about a persons choice of what they care about, and trying to dictate what people talk about.
See I like to challenge hypocrisy and pretention everywhere I go.
Heh, well yes, that’s what this guy is, a pussy. If I were at your favorite blues club I probably wouldn’t be as annoyed at the people there. People who like blues are generally less annoying than the kind of person in question.
If you’ve never been to a concert and tried to dance only to get nasty looks from the crowd of hipsters around you for not standing perfectly still despite the fact that the band is rocking, you couldn’t possibly fathom why we find these people so irritating.
See I go to concerts because I like lots of energy, it feels good, it’s fun for that. You for instance would probably not like a Lords of Acid, Ministry or Skinny Puppy concert where the crowd is going wild and bumping into each other constantly, and people don’t actually care. Which is the kind of concert I like to go to.
Erek
Like I said, you have a perception/reality disconect.
Well gosh thanks. Our gratitude knows no bounds.
So a pussy gives you a nasty look and your dancing is restricted? You might want to rethink that hat-knocking strategy. He might give you a really nasty and look drain the sand right out of you.
Assuming you know the first fucking thing about my musical tastes is pretty high up there on the pretension meter. Why don’t you bump on over to a mirror and give yourself an evil glare or something, in the interest of challenging pretension?
Contrapuntal. The logical disconnect you don’t get here, is that I was MAKING FUN of pretension. You’re the one challenging it. Why don’t you get a mirror and a clue and fuck off.
Erek
You do understand how the Pit works, right? Someone posts a rant and it is fair game for criticism. They lob’em in, we swing at’em. It takes a bit more than merely rewording a post to turn the tables.
Let me see if I can walk you through this. The OP complains about a pretentious asshole. (In your parlance,’"challenging’ pretension. ) My response to the OP is negative. (I have now challenged the person challenging pretentiousness.) This puts me on the other side. * Not* the side that challenged pretentousness. Got it?
Now see, here’s where you’re stupid. You are challenging his particular brand of pretension, that doesn’t absolve YOU of pretentiousness. You are being pretentious as well, just for a different side. See how that works?
Erek
I love you people who expound The Rules Of Life for the rest of us. Look beyond the brim of your ballcap and get a life.
Oh, and since this is the Pit, go fuck yourself.
I’m pretty tall, do people hate me this much when I stand in front of them at concerts and such?
I mean, this guy was 5’6" with a big hat, but no way he’s a larger obstruction than someone who’s 6’5"…
Don’t forget all those fucking truckers who think they are god damn Mickey Fucking Mantle. They drive a truck damn it. Are they in a ball field? No. They’re hauling milk down the interstate. They have no fucking business wearing a hat like that. Period.
I saw an old black driving a taxi the other day. He sure didn’t look Greek and he for damn sure wasn’t fucking fishing. Take the fucking thing off asshole! You have no right to wear that hat. Zero.
HEY! MONKEY! The one with the little cup. Yes you! Get that fucking fez of your furry fucking simian head. You are from the jungles of South America. You are NOT a Turk!
Holy shit there should be a law!
Correction: I saw an old black dude driving a taxi…
But I’m not correcting the fact he had no business wearing that hat. I swear there should be a test before you buy a hat to be sure you are of proper age/race/job description to wear said hat.
Fuckers.
Don’t even get me started on this fucking waste of meat. If that little fucker doesn’t have a stable of crack whores he should be shot.
You know, I know it’s not your fault; but when I get to a show and my view of the stage is completely blocked by a 6’5" guy who’s shifting from foot to foot in front of me (so wherever I move my head he moves to block my view), it does fill me with irrational burning rage. I would love for shows to reserve like a third of the audience section for short people: they could have razorsharp blades that whistled six feet high over this section, lopping off anything protruding above this point. Or else prior to the show we could all line up by height like we were going for our second-grade pictures, and the shortest people would get in front and the tallest in back.
It’s not your fault; but if you’re at a show, and you look around behind you and see some short people there, and you offer to switch places with them, you’ll have won their gratitude.
Daniel