There’s a sea change going on, and I’m not making a reference to the Beck album. You see, the hippest of the hip are getting tired of themselves… and I’m willing to say it’s about time.
I’m talking about “hipsters.” The term, that is both ubiquitous and meaningless, that represents who knows how many people, seems to be experiencing some backlash.
But what is a hipster? According to an MTV casting call:
If you are not sure if you can portray a hipster, answer these questions:
Do you own skinny jeans, old school chucks, cabbie hat, the 70′s vest, an ironic t shirt or hat, a fitted sweater, flannel shirt, or chunky lens-less glasses? Do you drink PBR, have an ironic mustache, have a blog that allows you to post pictures you took with your digital camera? Been called a hipster? Deny being a hipster, but own various wardrobe and sport an asymetrical hair style that is considered Non-Mainstream? Smoke Parliaments? Got any cool tattoos? Perhaps one of a star, maybe on your wrist or elbow? Own a vintage dress or have an awesome beard?
Now, I’ve never considered myself a true hipster. To be fair, the term is often considered (even by hipsters) to be pejorative, and I’m sure there are even som Hipster McHipPantsington’s out there who don’t appreciate the label. But for me, it’s always be the emphasis on “irony,” the lack of genuine enthusiasm, for anything.
The graphic-tee of something you don’t actually know; “liking” the things you don’t actually like because that’s funny. This just confuses me. What’s the difference between a geek and a hipster, some people ask? Well, geeks care about those weird things that no one else cares about. Not because they want to be cool… but because they actually like things no one else likes.
From the above post, a Gizmodo writer considers his inner-dichotomy of hipster and geek:
Geeks are—by most definitions—obsessive. Sure, there are garden-variety geeks who are interested in computers, videogames, and science fiction, but we’ve generally come to accept that people can geek out on just about anything: sewing machines; exobiology; turnip farming. To geek is to love.
Hipsters are—by most defintions—dismissive. They sort through the detritus of pop culture, appropriate what they find appealing in its quirkiness, cultivating an aesthetic that considers all but allows surprisingly little. To be hipster is to hate.
And if the anti-hipster feelings I’ve noticed continue, I’ll be happy. Because life is too short to be so dismissive, so full of hate.