elements of all the
of the postwar era –
Beat, hippie, punk, even grunge”
– Christian Lorentzen, Time Out New York
This blog post by Sarah Von got me thinking.
Am I a hipster?
I mean, I definitely wouldn’t categorize myself as a hardcore hipster. I don’t have a fixie bike, I don’t wear those fucking scarf things and I really need to wear glasses, they’re not an accessory, they’re a necessity. I don’t go to parties or after parties or after after parties. I don’t know any obscure indy music or film. I don’t wear skinny jeans. I admit that I watch T.V. I don’t like Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. Metal, bluegrass and folk are still my favorite music.
I’m afraid to do hipster things because of the social stigma. I can’t wear as much plaid as I’d like, I don’t go to my friend’s band’s shows because I don’t want to be the only non-American apparel walking advertisement in the venue and get judged for it. I haven’t worn my most ironic t-shirts in over a year because it’s way too…hipster. Sometimes I’m embarrassed to use some cameras in public like my Holga.
But I blog, I have tattoos that are silly, I like (some of the) clothes from American Apparel, I talk about my cat too much, I love irony, I love stupid t-shirts and hoodies. I like thrift store shopping. I love cool shaved head haircuts on girls. I technically have an Arts Degree and I work in a (vegan owned) tattoo shop because it’s fun. I like reading influential literature, and will take books on the bus. I’m vegetarian, and I prefer organic and local food. I don’t own a car.
It’s a toss up. Am I hipster or not?