This weekend I went to a show in Bushwick. I don’t know how to classify this show, however, because it wasn’t music, and it wasn’t performance art. It was more or less like being trapped inside a weird 4D assigment. There was a stage with a bunch of ampliphiers, and noise. Just noise. But the people around me seemed to think it was the most profound noise they had ever heard. It was quite obvious most were tripping on something, but still. As I looked around me, I noticed that every guy in there either idolized the Unibomber or Jesus. And the ones that didn’t were skinny and all wore the same beanie. I don’t think any of them showered. This strange breed of man is known as a “hipster”. According to urbandictionary.com, a hipster is defined as:
“Listens to bands that you have never heard of. Has hairstyle that can only be described as “complicated.” (Most likely achieved by a minimum of one week not washing it.) Probably tattooed. Maybe gay. Definitely cooler than you. Reads Black Book, Nylon, and the Styles section of the New York Times. Drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon. Often. Complains. Always denies being a hipster. Hates the word. Probably living off parents money – and spends a great deal of it to look like they don’t have any. Has friends and/or self cut hair. Dyes it frequently (black, white-blonde, etc. and until scalp bleeds). Has a closet full of clothing but usually wears same three things OVER AND OVER (most likely very tight black pants, scarf, and ironic tee-shirt). Chips off nail polish artfully after $50 manicure. Sleeps with everyone and talks about it at great volume in crowded coffee shops. Addicted to coffee, cigarettes (Parliaments, Kamel Reds, Lucky Strikes, etc.), and possibly cocaine. Claims to be in a band. Rehearsals consist of choosing outfits for next show and drinking PBR. Always on the list. Majors or majored in art, writing, or queer studies. Name-drops. May go by “Penny Lane,” “Eleanor Rigby,” etc. when drunk. On PBR. Which is usually.”
I am not a fucking hipster! (sweeps bangs to side dramatically and takes a swig of PBR)
So as I observed this cult around me, increasingly realizing that I was very much out of place, I thought, “Do hispters exist outside of Brooklyn?” could you imagine half the people you see walking around on this campus congregating in ….Gary, Indiana? Honestly. Of course, there are other cities in the United States who have been invaded by this hipster cult, but it just seems to me that they’re everywhere in Brooklyn.
nonconformists who conform to that of their peers by wearing the same things, comforming to their noncomformist opinions, and traveling in groups that leave a scent.
Anyway, this is just something I thought of this weekend while trapped in hipster hell. I saw a video awhile ago poking harmless fun, and I thought it would be poignant to share =)



