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Posted By iambarr on March 5, 2010
now the hip kids do it in 1080p.
i have no idea what that means.
going out tonight?
where are you going?
are there hipsters there?
’cause, seriously, i won’t go if there are hipsters there.
hipsters:
(either i did this research myself, or i just searched wikipedia. i forget which.)
“Hipsters are the friends who sneer when you cop to liking Coldplay. They’re the people who wear t-shirts silk-screened with quotes from movies you’ve never heard of and the only ones in America who still think Pabst Blue Ribbon is a good beer. They sport cowboy hats and berets and think Kanye West stole their sunglasses. Everything about them is exactingly constructed to give off the vibe that they just don’t care.”
— Time, July 2009
In an essay titled “The White Negro” Norman Mailer painted hipsters as American existentialists, living a life surrounded by death — annihilated by atomic war or strangled by social conformity — and electing instead to “divorce oneself from society, to exist without roots, to set out on that uncharted journey into the rebellious imperatives of the self.”
The first dictionary to list the word is the short glossary “For Characters Who Don’t Dig Jive Talk,” which was included with Harry Gibson’s 1944 album, Boogie Woogie In Blue. The entry for “hipsters” defined it as “characters who like hot jazz.
In a Huffington Post article entitled “Who’s a Hipster?”, Julia Plevin argues that the “definition of ‘hipster’ remains opaque to anyone outside this self-proclaiming, highly-selective circle”. She claims that the “whole point of hipsters is that they avoid labels and being labeled. However, they all dress the same and act the same and conform in their non-conformity” to an “iconic carefully created sloppy vintage look”.
i have no idea what any of that means.
but, seriously, i won’t go where hipsters go. unless i don’t know what a hipster is and then i’l be rockin’ out alongside them with a pbr in my hand diggin’ the retro rock. of course, i think i’ll have to pretend that i don’t really dig the retro rock. unless everyone else says they don’t dig the retro rock. then maybe i’ll have to. or maybe i won’t, just to be double hip.
i had a dream last night.
godzilla was attacking the portland coast. somewhere around two-lights, i caught up with the bastard. he’s huge, but he’s apparently hard to find. ridiculous… i know. there was a point, a very quintessential godzilla moment in which he lifted his foot in order to stomp on me. as he did this, i saw that the underside of his foot had another face looking down at me. it was the face of betty white. seriously.
once again, i have no idea what that means.
i know it makes me hip. i just don’t know if it makes me a hipster.
fuck you, world. bring me another jack daniels.
