Is that a Jar Jar Binks reference?
I DARE you. 
Please wear a torn wifebeater and a hat with a Confederate flag on it.
Or to show up in my big ol’ 12 mpg truck… you know, this could get so much worse.
So let’s not go there, and say we didn’t. 
(And in the interests of full disclosure, I lived in Nashville for 13 years. )
Okay, here’s another one:
May not be the best idea to look at while eating
You know what really makes this nuts? Whether it’s fake or not, it isn’t any crazier than some piercings I’ve actually seen around here.
We’re pretty lucky that most of the hipsterism around my area is mostly confined to wearing skinny jeans, shirts buttoned all the way up, thick-rimmed glasses and Pleasantville haircuts, as well as the obligatory “Into obscure music that may or may not actually exist”. Also calling all cafe food “Artisan” as if it changes the fact much of it’s been made by a uni student on the award wage and not a chef from a Michelin-starred restaurant.
I’ve seen a couple of the “trendy” cafes and bars serving cocktails and cold drinks in jam jars lately.
Guess what belongs in jam jars? Jam. Or Marmalade.
And once said conserves have been consumed, it is acceptable to use said jar for cleaning paint brushes or maybe storing things like paperclips or similar small fiddly knick-knacks. In short, I do not want to drink expensive cocktails from one.
I get the whole “retro-uni student chic” thing, but glasses are literally 50c each at any major department store you care to name. There is no excuse for anyone - even uni students - to be so poor as to be drinking out of jam jars. And there’s even less excuse for charging nearly $20 for a cocktail in a jam jar as part of a pretense that it’s ironic because drinking out of jam jars is something poor uni students and beatniks would do.
Do hipsters really exist, that is, does anyone, anywhere, actually believe that they are a hipster, or actually want to be one? I see stuff all over the web mocking hipsters. I do not believe I have ever seen or heard anyone saying that they are one, or that they would like to be one, or giving advice (unless satirically) on how to become a hipster.
Yet it does not seem to be the sort of thing you would become accidentally. It would, surely, involve making a conscious effort to seem to be (a certain sort of) cool.
My Username on Amazon is “Mystic Eye Of The Hipster”.
I use it ironically.
You wouldn’t understand why.
Tube amplifiers with Arduino microcontrollers. That’s my contribution to the thread.
Sometimes I’m pretty sure I am one. But it’s hard to be sure.
It’s not that I feel like I want to be cool and on top of hipster-y trends. It’s just that when I first hear about/see such trends my initial reaction is more usually ‘oh, neat!’ than ’ that’s the most odiously pretentious thing I’ve ever seen’.
Also I’m 28, yet still wait tables for a living with no plans for a real job, and love retro 60s anything… And my boyfriend lives in Portland now and I’m moving out there to be with him soon. I guess then my transformation will be complete.
What makes them safe to mock is no one thinks they are one. You could ask everyone in Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” video and not a single one would self-identify as a hipster. It’s an immersive existence - no one thinks they’re a fish, they just think everyone else is a bad swimmer.
I embrace it. I host an indie radio show, I homebrew, and I’m obsessed with the ukulele, so I can’t exactly run from it.
It’s a hard thing to pin down anymore, anyway–all it really means anymore is people who embrace quirky things. Most people tend to hate on them because they think they’re posers or pretentious, but the people I know who are the most genuine are the ones who would be written off as hipsters.
That being said, to be a truly advanced hipster you have to either embrace one thing that’s completely NOT hipster approved or you have to passionately reject something usually embraced by hipsters. This became clear when I was in Portland (of course) and heard a classic Portland hipster (rode up on his bike, wearing a work shirt with a patch with someone else’s name on it) go on a long and impassioned rant against American craft beer and his preference for macrobrews. It was like watching Michael Jordan do one of those spin-around behind-the-back dunks.
In the ‘Pearl District’ in Portland they’re remodeling Loft condo’s to look like the original warehouses to attract the ultra-hip who were leaving the neighborhood.
Hm, I had one inch long hair that was bleached platinum blond that I changed colors on with wash out dye [my favorite was green tips on chrome yellow] and had multiple piercings in my right ear and none in my left in 1979. I regularly wore an italian renn gown that I hand made grocery shopping [it was seriously comfy and warm in the seriously cold western NY state winters back in the early 80s] and drop spun wool while hanging out in the waiting room at the sub base hospital.
I been hip so long I am now an old fogey …
So…, you were a hipster before hipsterism was hipstery?
So does this mean that because I drive a big ol’ truck that gets 12 mpg, I am now a hipster?
(It’s for WORK… put DOWN those hula-hoops…)
I’m almost starting to think that living in Tigard (20 mins outside of Portland) does NOT disqualify anybody for being a hipster. Even hipsters may not always want to live in a one-bedroom apartment with eighteen other people.
Devil sticks! They’re a thing always figured they were what you did while not hacky-sacking.
I don’t think Burning Man is hipster at all. Hipsters don’t like sun and sand and colorful art and uncomfortable accommodations. Much more hippie.
Aha… getting into the fine distinctions! 
Okay, here’s a thing. I swear that this is a thing. I do not understand it. You know how you’ll sometimes hear/see seniors saying that they’re, say, “85 years young”? YOUNG people do it here. I have seen this in print. “I’m 24 years young.” “I’m 22 years young.”
Is this hipster, or just weird, or…? I’ve seen it many times now…
???
(just to really make the point about being confused)
I live so far out in the sticks that the stuff people are just rediscovering in Williamsburg (canning, raising chickens, etc.) is stuff we’ve never stopped doing.
We talk of a subspecies known as the “mountain hipster”, which just means you’re more likely to own cowboy boots* or a Carhartt jacket than a fedora and that you might still be unclear on the difference between house and dubstep but you can go on at length about the difference between bluegrass and old time. (Although plenty of them own fedoras and can distinguish EDM subgenres with the best of them.)
- The ladies often wear them with fishnets, or at least they do if you’re really lucky.
Real fishnets? That would be hipster.
Or do you mean stockings?
I guess so. I just wanted to do something with my hair that wasn’t boring. I had to chop it down from knee length [machinist, keeping it out of the machinery was getting tricky and it was easier to chop it off.] What can you do to dress up inch long hair? Dye it odd colors. Spike it. Wear funky makeup so people could tell I was female from a distance. Dress oddly because I didn’t care, I was tired of wearing jeans and tshirts and work boots all day, and it was freaking cold and I want to stay warm … :dubious:
Doesn’t sound like you were a hipster. Sounds like punk, or just run-of-the-mill attention seeker. I don’t think hipsters today would do any of that.