Okay, I’m typing this post as fast as I can because the internet at my house has been REALLY slow and I’ve tried to post something THREE TIMES THIS WEEK but alas, problems of us first worlders.
HEY! I guess this post seems a lot cheerier than my last few and I bet some of you who give a rats bum are thanking your lucky stars that you don’t have to read my awfully sad rambling, but let me clarify something:
SOMETIMES I GET SAD AND I LIKE TO WRITE ABOUT IT AND I’M GOING TO KEEP DOING THAT
Onwards then, chums!
ATTEMPT ONE – WEDNESDAY, MAY 14TH
There’s this little thing that I experience a lot. To call it jealousy would however be both extreme and an understatement. To put it simply, I have a crapload of emotions and I dont know what the hell to call them.
You know when you really love a band, or a new artist or author (ehm John Greeen ehm) and nobody else knows about them? Yeah, that’s often my position,and by often, I mean ALWAYS. The thing that I’m talking about though is when three months later, EVERYBODY knows who this person/group of people is/are (gosh this concord thing is frustrating) and then individuality is lost and everything that once was your little secret gets sucked into the world of mainstream.
I just really like this picture of Ariel. She’s great,
Okay, so maybe I’m really terrified of a lack of individuality, but that’s not what I’m here to blabber about. HIPSTER KIDS. The fake ones who only become hipster after you tell them of something (JOHN FRICKING GREEN). I guess I suffer from I-knew-about-it-first-stop-mainstreaming-it syndrome, making me an indirect hipster, I guess?
That’s why I’m here. Now, the definition of ‘hipster’ has changed many a time, starting for me when googled it and got an answer about jeans. According to Urban Dictionary though, a hipster is:
a) Someone who listens to bands you’ve never heard of, wears ironic tee-shirts, and believes they are better than you.
b) Definitions are too mainstream. Hipsters can’t be defined because then they’d fit in a category, and thus be too mainstream.
c) A hipster is someone who is smart enough to talk about philosophy, music, politics, art, etc. with you all day long, but not smart enough to see how big of a tool s/he is. The only sure fire way to tell if someone you’re talking to is, in fact, a hipster is to ask them “are you a hipster?”. If they respond no, and turn their cassette player back on, you can be sure you’re dealing with a hipster.
Look, I have nothing against hipsters. Some people may classify me as one. As I’m typing this, my friends 12-year-old sister just came into the room and said, “Hey Shalom, if you hate hipsters, do you hate me too? ‘Cause if you do, it’s deck. I just think that your philosophies are wrong.” Now, 2 things on that encounter:
1) I DON’T HATE HIPSTERS
2) I swear that girl just googled ‘hipster things to say’ and recited what she found to me.
On the topic of googling things:
The fourth to last one is my favourite.
So I’m going to leave the hipsters with their hipsterness, and go for a walk because all of this is really becoming too mainstream.Seriously.
I’m out.
-Scoot xx
