Am I a Hipster?
This was never anything I considered prior to moving to New York. I was a guy— that's an easy one. I was educated— or at least I went to school. I was young— my lack of facial hair makes this exceedingly apparent. However, since moving to New York it seems I’ve been lumped into a group, one that doesn’t seem to carry any positive benefit, the Hipsters.
I suppose, to be fair, I do live in Brooklyn, I do have a few tattoos, I do ride my bike to work and I do like Indie music (among other things). But is that all it takes? That just sounds like a poor, fit, white dude— which I am. If that is all it takes to be called a Hipster, then why does this unrequested label come with so much animosity?
I’m not going to pretend that this has been some sort of harrowing experience and go off and write a novel titled something like “My Plight As A Hipster.” Though that might be a funny comic strip or tumblr or something of the sort. No, it's just a sort of curious situation.
Why do people call me a dirty hipster if I place an ad on Craigslist? I shower daily and I was just trying to sell this air conditioner. Why do people tell me to get a hair cut when I’m riding my bike home? I just got a haircut, it really accentuates the shape of my face
In an article written as if Hipsters were the scourge of the earth and Willamsburg was a leper colony, Times journalist Dan Fletcher says, “Hipsters manage to attract a loathing unique in its intensity. Critics have described the loosely defined group as smug, full of contradictions and, ultimately, the dead end of Western civilization.” Yikes. Don’t get me wrong, pretentious people can be real pricks, but that's hardly a characteristic you can cast on every 20-something living in NYC. And if, in fact, they are so loosely defined, then why does everyone hate them so much? What exactly are they hating?
What does this all boil down to? Is there just a giant generation gap, and all the aging Baby Boomers are secretly wishing they never had kids? Is it possible that Nickelodeon corrupted an entire batch of children, and all my friends and I should be written off as a tainted crop? Have Baby Boomers completely forgotten their childhood? Have they forgotten what it felt like when everyone called them “Dirty Hippies?”
I don’t want to be a Hipster. I don’t want people to hate me before they ever have a conversation with me. But I don’t want to go shopping at Banana Republic either. Or listen to Train, or sell my bike, or cover up my tattoos, or shave my face every morning. Maybe I’m in denial, maybe I am just a “Dirty Hipster,” but if you wouldn’t mind, I'd prefer Joey.
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