Absurdity of Faux Obscurity: The Hipster Facade

a person who follows the latest trends and fashions, especially those regarded as being outside the cultural mainstream.

The environment I came of age was dominated by the small town mentality.  A collective of individuals with who resist progress and change, and desperately cling to outdated and failed stereotypes that small towns are filled with citizens who are morally upstanding and superior to their counterparts in more populated, modern locations.  Conservative bias, religious beliefs, and the appalling love of badly written and repetitive country music were not only the standard, it was practically expected.  Western wear by non cowboys or name brand polo shirts and jeans were the uniform of citizens of my hometown, people appearing as if they had been created in a word processor by use of the copy and paste function.  These were the people who, for the most part, had no ambition to leave this place.  They expected to stay put, living in the house down the street from mommy and daddy, and the cycle would start all over with their offspring.

Me and my friends were not these people.  We were the oddballs, the outcasts, those weird kids who claimed the unwanted space off to the side of the gymnasium entrance, our time between class discussing our favorite books, movies and music.  Most of us in black t-shirts depicting our favorite bands, album covers, or movie posters, or a snarky phrase (Don’t Annoy The Crazy Person”  was heavily in my rotation) and our tastes in media was vastly different from the majority of our classmates.  We were the punks, metal heads, geeks, nerds, artists, writers, etc.  All labels applied to those who were mocked by those who aspired to be seen as one of the towns good ol’ boys.  We aspired to escape.

We were different, but not because we were trying to be different.  We were different due to our unhappiness with our environment.  We wore the shirts of bands we loved and actually listened to, not because it was fashionable.  We actually were very unfashionable , not due to effort, but due to not caring about the entire concept.  Some work to fit in, others work to find a place in which they are comfortable.

A hipster differs due to the fact that they make a rather large effort to make themselves appear different.  They attempt to look un-trendy, but for all intents and purposes, are heavily following what has become a popular trend.  Thrift store clothing and outdated styles are so common now that the people who live out these trends will have to move forward to the next decade for obscure clothing choices.   Also, the hat that you all wear, you know, the unpopular headpiece that nobody wears except for every hipster on the planet, is not a fedora, it’s a Trilby.

Have you ever been part of a conversation about music where someone states “I heard that band before they were popular”?  It is such a stereotypical hipster action to take pride in liking something before it was considered “cool”.  The same goes for film and literature.  Trust me when I say that you are annoying the hell out of anybody within earshot when you vocalize how different your taste in media is when compared to everyone else, and you reveal yourself to be a snob when it comes to what entertainment you consume.

Speaking of consumption, do I really need to rant about the snobbery that surrounds food and alcohol?

For all the displeasure I’ve spewed when it comes to the social clique known as Hipsters, I can admit to visiting a hipster bar for a friend who was entered in a beard competition (I audibly sigh as I put that phrase in writing).  I did like the way this particular establishment was laid out, and every person there was friendly and welcoming.  It was the exact opposite of the very stereotypes I bitched and moaned about.  It was a fun experience.

I know that I should never judge a book by its cover, but for the most part, the collective culture of hipster society truly believes itself to being literature that is obscure and difficult to discover, when in fact it is as commonly and overly read as some trashy romance novel involving glittery vampires and jealous werewolf boyfriends.  It’s badly written, cheap, and despite what you believe, is very much mainstream and popular.

A Decade of Domain Existance: 2005-2015

I’m never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave
Holdin’ on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin’ on, ten years gone

Led Zeppelin – Ten Years Gone


On February 2, 2005, at the insistence of the systems engineer I worked closely with at the time, I created an account on GoDaddy and purchased the domain name “www.chadklumpp.com”.  At the time, I had no idea what I was going to do with the domain, and it sat with a generic placeholder until June 15, 2007, when I setup WordPress for the first time.  I tried out a couple of themes before the homepage was hijacked by some southern gentleman who proceeded to upload confederate flags all over.  For the most part, I played with WordPress themes and plugins, but did little with the webpage.

During the summer of 2010, I began writing for a particular website that is not worth mentioning.  I joined the endeavor to write about technology, only to have posts rejected in favor of fads and pop culture.  Frustration grew as I did not want to continue my contributions, but was badgered by the websites administrator/owner, who really wanted me around to assist with WordPress.  By the time we sat down for Thanksgiving dinner, I had finally separated myself from the endeavor, and soon after, so had the others involved as well.

I was also laid off by my employer at the end of that summer, but was unemployed for only a couple of weeks.  I started my current position under contract, and had little time to contribute as I was making a 120 mile round trip commute on a daily basis.  I would occasionally post about some ramblings about what was on my mind, but did very little to the site until early 2011, when I made the decision to transfer to another domain registrar and hosting.  Unfortunately, during that process, the backup I made from the GoDaddy hosting corrupted, and their support was of little help.  GoDaddy truly sucks!

I recently discovered that I had owned this domain name for a decade, and decided an updated layout was needed.  I had spent time debating on branding my photography hobby with a different name, but considering how the images were already watermarked with this website, I felt it best to just build a page to display the images.  I also decided it would be nice to start fresh, and created an archive site for all of the posts made from 2011 through this year.  Most of what I archived could have been deleted, but I may want to go back and look at where I was at the time, perhaps see where I’ve improved.

It’s strange to look back ten years and see what has changed in life.  I’ve been married for seven of those years, we purchased a house, something we regret, and moved to an area that we are much happier to reside in.  I’m still a hardcore Houston Astros fanatic, and continued to support the team from their 2005 World Series appearance to the retirement of players I watched since I was a child, through 100+ loss seasons.  This year was exciting, as the team were able to finish the season with a winning record, defeated the Yankees to gain the wildcard slot, and participated in an ALDS series before succumbing to the Royals.  At least the Cardinals were eliminated, because ten years later, I still hate them as well.  Six Flags Astroworld was still open, although that would change by October of that year.

When I purchased this name, Youtube did not exist, and I was an avid Digg user before that site jumped the shark and I moved over to Reddit (whose admins have difficulty fulfilling their roles, which cost me the use of my long time username).  MySpace is now the abandoned amusement park of the internet, while Facebook and Twitter dominate my social media usage.  Radio has been replaced by internet streaming and podcasts, and practically every household has a television that is flat.

I wonder what comparisons we will be making ten years from now?