That is possibly the best description of hipster-ism I have ever seen. Well done.
And if you’re slow on the uptake, I’ll lay it out:
hipsterism is a religion to which you got to be devout.
Must be seen as in between unpopular and hated
or else get excommunicated.
– MC Frontalot, Indier Than Thou
You know who the original hipsters are? Elvis, Conway Twitty, Kenny Rogers, the Beatles, Eric Clapton, the Monkees, Canned Heat, Led Zeppelin, Lynrd Skynrd, Wavy Gravy and the Rolling Stones. Many, yet to come. Take Canned Heat… some musical historians and collectors, and contributors, that basically have gelled through cinematography, 70 % of what we know about the sixties
Oh, yes, but every hipster is so much more precious, concurrent, intellectual (or non-intellectual) than the next.
I don’t love hipsters, but I have fond memories of them from college. Despite what everyone else says about them, in my experience, their parties were SO much better than the parties thrown by non-hipsters (i.e. frat guys and guys who wish they were frat guys.) Hipster parties took place in nicer houses, they had WAY better music, the people were better dressed, and I was far more likely to have conversations that I actually found interesting.
The alternative, at my school, was basically blasting rap and Keystone Light in cookie cutter apartments with guys playing Madden and Halo on plasma TVs. And beer pong, beer pong, beer pong.
Give me the hipsters any day.
This is what I don’t understand. When I moved to Brooklyn in 2003, PBR was the hipster beer. Hipsters take way too much pride and effort in making sure they don’t do anything mainstream. But now it’s 2011 and PBR is STILL the hipster beer. Aren’t they all breaking their rules of conformity by drinking the same beer???
Or is it some degree of irony that I don’t get?
Because most of the hipsters grow up and then start drinking microbrews and craft beers. There’s always a new generation of hipsters.
Before that it was the beatniks. And before the beatniks came the hardcore jazz fans. And before that, something else. For as long as there has been anything like a popular culture, I’m sure there have been hipsters of some sort.
So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,”
</Abe Simpson>
blue is now red.
Ruskies bought it.
I went to a rap concert in a bar a couple years ago, and it seemed like the only thing they had was PBR. They were really pushing $4 cans as some kind of huge deal. I didn’t get it.
PBR: favourite drink of zombies. Goes well with brains.
I was going to say that joke, dammit!
:rolleyes: