I'm helping write content for this in development anti-pop culture website called Less Popular I found off Craigslist. Here's my first submission:
"Hipster, Go Home!" (by me)
It seems the new thing to do is to make fun of the hipster. After initially embracing their refined tastes in music and hair product, we’ve now disowned them, reserving the term and its qualities for ridicule.
“Go listen to some Death Cab, hipster,” we might say. “Go watch some foreign films.” “Go try on some women’s jeans.”
We poke fun of their gravitations toward Brian Wilson, thrift-store androgyny, and “irony” (intentional overuse of both quotations and italic–yes, it’s that pretentious.) The idea of a “hipster ironic”, where the user is so proud and self-congratulatory in both delivery and mindset that his use of irony comes crashing down making him appear not only unfunny but like a prick as well, has been coined. Some of us have even ventured to deem the movement as “yupster”, combining the word “yuppie” to describe their often upper-middle class roots.
But do they really deserve all this lambasting?
My body says yes, but my mind says no.
The thing is I don’t even think they exist. Before calling me a hipster-lover or anti-anti-American (or something regarded as equally heinous in these times) hear me out on this one. Unlike other groups who proudly wear labels (i.e. hippies, veterans, Republicans), I’ve never met someone who said, “Yes, I’m a hipster”. There’s always the qualifying “but” involved. Perhaps it’s just because they’re smart, or trying to be? Or is just denial? Regardless it seems that true hipsters are impossible to find–the very idea of it is a paradox. A true hipster would never, ever call himself one.
He would call someone else one.
Which is, of course, quite ironic. In both ways.
Some indie rock band I don't know the name of but look the part.