Satire: Age of the Hipster
It is a name that evokes great pride in some and eye-rolling from many more. Never to be confused with anything mainstream or too well-known, its origins spurring from what can only be assumed a group of skinny boys and girls with unnecessary prescription glasses, the hipster(Hip.ss.tr), has ironically invaded our society and changed many aspects of pop culture.
Though the idea has appealed to many, such as the mass hordes at Urban Outfitters and “indie” thrift stores, the invasion has not been met with approving satisfaction from all. “Hipsters scare me,” says junior Jenna Swartz. “The term “hipster” is cross-applied from the 1930s Beatniks”, and refers to someone who, “ideally possesses no more than 2% body fat.”(urbandictionary.com). We in Menlo Park are lucky to live in such a liberal area, for hipsters by the dozens may be found on a good day.
Notably spotted by their refusal to support main stream brands, and overt love for tattered, and mysteriously stained used clothes, (stains are cool and artsy you sanitary freak!) to create a look that can only be described as “vintage” for lack of any positive connotation. Therefore, this clan of fashionistas seems to be the target of much ridicule.
Sophomore Josh Weiner admits that “they can get kind of annoying.” History teacher Alan Perry humbly states, “I don’t think I could pull the look off.” Junior Cassy Cisineros goes further saying, “they’re weird…not normal.”
But guys, give this ironic group of sophisticated youngsters, too mature for their generation, a chance. Their music is stellar and it’s clear that their fashion sense has been borrowed and coveted by many. And at least these “cool cats” cannot be bothered with the annoying whine of Miley Cyrus, or the insignificant lyrics of Justin Bieber. They instead listen to the music of rustling leaves, or whales swimming in an ocean, to the pitter patter of ironic rain on an ironic sidewalk, or boys that can sing three octaves higher than Kristin Chenoweth. Anna Debenidictis sympathizes with the hipster movement, “I don’t mind them, they get a bad rep for being obnoxious.”
And a bad rep they get indeed. After searching for a good definition on hipsters for a whole period, I found that the internet is full of haterz. A joke, from http://www.hipstersuck.com: “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, will a hipster will buy the soundtrack?”
Q: How many hipsters should die?
A: All of them.
Poor hipster, why does no one like you?? Even while asking around the M-A campus, it seemed no one was willing to call themselves a hipster. It’s a fashion and a stereotype many seem to fit, but will not confess to being, I suppose a hipster is more of an idea than a real life person. Hopefully our little hipster friends (they won’t admit to being your friends though, I’m sorry, you just don’t make the cut) will remain defiant to all criticism, because inside all of our naive mainstream hearts, we know we need black and white photos and Hipstamatic to have good profile pictures.