I’m not quite sure when anything with the word “hip” became associated with ME. But apparently, I’ve been labeled a hipster.
Problem is, I’m not really too sure what exactly a “hipster” is.
OK, to clarify here, no one sprung out from behind the bushes, pointed a slimy finger at my nose, and screamed, “HIPSTER!” As if I’d just robbed a bank.
So accusatory!
No, if that had actually happened, you’d have heard the frantic 9-1-1 call gone-viral by now. But according to everyone—apparently—if you’re a 30-something, you’re a hispter.
I kid you not, I’m hearing it everywhere. In articles. On T.V. Even a popular blogger said she’d trade in her Gen-X status to be a “30-year-old hispter.”
WOW. Is my generation really that cool?
Well, then again, we ARE the children of the Baby Boomers. Free love people; you can’t get any more “hip” than that! And these people actually raised us.
But back to trying to understand this whole “hipster” thing. I asked my Facebook community the other week, “How the heck do you know if you’re officially a hipster?”
And, well … here are some of their answers:
I’m thinking Oscar explained it the best.
WHAT DO YOU THINK? How the heck do you know if you’re a hipster?
I think Eric nailed it. I suppose, at age 68, I’m an old hipster according to the definition. I own lots of hats and just bought a new one yesterday, a yellow glow in the dark hat from the Running Room so I don’t become road kill when I’m out run/walking in the city after dark. My children are in their mid-40s so the Baby Boomers kind of missed my generation by a couple of years.
Go to San Francisco, you will see them everywhere and at every show..
LOL! So I’ve heard, Lisa. 🙂 I still need to get out and FINALLY see San Fran.
I’ve derisively called myself a hipster plenty of times, though I passed my thirties a few years back. I believe a hipster, based on my self-deprecating perception, is a white person from the suburbs who feels cool for liking music that either teenagers from the city or old people like (e.g., some new form of hip hop / Benny Goodman), and who probably votes for third-party candidates or at the very least Democrats who support marriage equality. In the end, I fall short of true hipsterism because I don’t own a hat.
LOL! Well then, I think you’re screwed. The hat is VITAL, didn’t you know? 🙂
Thanks for reading and commenting, Eric!
The frustrating part is that I have the financial resources to buy a hat (at least one from Kohl’s or Target in the $9 to $20 range), but I look funny in one.
The quest for a true identity rolls on…
😉