hip·stera 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 A collective of individuals with who resist progress and change, and desperately cling to outdated and failed stereotypes that small towns are filled with citizens who are morally upstanding and superior to their counterparts in more populated, modern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 Thrift store clothing and outdated styles are so common now that the people who live out these trends will have to move forward to the next decade for obscure clothing choices.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.