A lot of people get lost in life because mainstream society doesn’t appeal to their tastes. The only alternative, some find, is to become a hipster. I thought I was a hipster until I realized I can’t afford to be one.
Definition of a Hipster: One who possesses tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool. Note: it is no longer recommended that one use the term “cool”; a Hipster would instead say “deck.”
In college I disliked sororities and hanged out with people who are into art history, literary criticism and Bob Marley. Naturally, I thought I knew hipster. Then I moved to Brooklyn and the meaning hipster jumped to a whole new level. Like everything else in life, I find myself half-mesmorized and half-grossed out by the hipster scene.
Hipsters are like white boys fom New Jersey: they love to rap and pretend they are gangsters from the hood. Hipsters buy $30 t-shirts from American Apparel when the same shirt can be bought from Target for less than $9.99. But hipsters will never be caught dead wearing something from Target. Hipsters also wear cloth usually worn by manual laborers. But hipsters do not have the strength to lift anything heavy, because their body fat is usually less than 2%.
Hipsters consider themselves very open-minded. But in reality they mock everything. They think anyone with the slightest talent or reputation sucks, and they have an opinion (usually negative) on every subject. Hipsters like to ”appropriate the culture in an ironic way.” In reality, hipsters have few nonwhite friends aside from the token few who grew up in predominately white neighborhoods anyways. Hipsters sometimes talk like they are Black or from a foreign country, that becomes especially annoying to people who are actually Black or from a foreign country. Hipsters sometimes tell racist jokes because they think it’s obvious that they are not racists and thus have the right to tell these jokes. But really, that makes them racists.
Hipsters love black music, but many will not date a black person, especially a black girl (though they will never admit this, they just ”happen” to fall in love with someone else who “happen” to be white).
Hipsters live in the trendiest parts of Brooklyn, but they never work or are willing to work for free. They hate to admit that their hedge fund dad (or inheritance from grandmother) pays for everything.
But still I love hipsters, though I think they are privileged and misguided at times, and sometimes a bit conceited and foolish. But aren’t we all, compared to some child without education living in a war-torn nation?
