“Wait…so, am I really a hipster”? You may be thinking to yourself.
No, probably not. Because you don’t wear skinny jeans coupled with an ironic t-shirt, ride a longboard down Bedford Avenue like you own the road, or dress like a pimply-faced 14 year old suburban kid. Or do you?
As I walk through Williamsburg, Brooklyn (Hipster capital of NYC, and perhaps the world) I am blown away by the fact that these people don’t realize the attire they think is “hip” is basically the same garb sold by Old Navy, Hot Topic and the like, to junior high school kids in Anytown, USA.
So now the question begs to be asked: Is that ironic t-shirt you’re wearing actually “hip”? Being that in reality — that place where those of us sans trust-fund live — wearing said t-shirt is actually the definition of “un-hip”, Isn’t it? Think on it. Or don’t. Maybe just go mix some white-noise with the Velvet Underground as you break-dance with the intentional awkwardness your SVA professor said you should do.
Well enough of my little tirade. Although I do dislike me some hipsters, this is going a bit far. Getting the FBI involved?
All in good fun guys. Don’t get your ascot in a bunch. Or is it supposed to bunch? I wouldn’t know. Are you a hipster? Would you admit it if you were? let Me have your praise and/or hate in the comments.