Since some wise hipster has directed all craigslist ‘missed connections’ crawlers here to the Forum ‘the appropriate place’ to discuss hipsters at ‘great length,’ I would like to take this opportunity to both welcome all of the misled (though I hope pleasantly misled) craigslisters and actually try to accommodate your promised hipster discussion. So, I propose that you start a discussion about hipsters, or whatever your sick fucking craigslist-crawling-office-bound-Friday-in-the-Springtime minds can come up with, in the comment box provided below. Then, I will do two things: I will moderate the comment-box discussion, injecting razor-sharp criticisms and writerly bitch-slaps to get the troops back on course and then when it looks as though the discussion has pooped itself out I will cobble together a proper anti-hipster entry to address the hipster-related concerns of the broadest possible cross-section of commenting readers. But anyway, I mean the point is that I know all of you craigslisters are here for the promised ‘discussion’ and I aim to please, so wipe that goddamn smirk off your fucking pale mug and get down to the brass tacks! The challenge really will be to see if a bunch of anonymous pop-culture bottom-feeders (we are talking about ‘missed connections’ here) can manage a somewhat comprehensible ‘discussion’ about themselves and reach some kind of closure. So, I’ll begin with this question:
As the self-described ‘anti-hipster,’ does that automatically make me a hipster? And, as a corollary, can anybody come up with a demarcation line to separate hipsters from, for lack of a better term, non-hipsters? Weezer glasses? Trucker cap? Or is it something expressed in an attitude, and if so, is that attitude something acquired through culture, or do people with this fucking annoying attitude just naturally gravitate towards hipster stuff? And, as yet another corollary, does it make any fucking difference? Who gives a fuck? Should anybody give a fuck? What about the fucking war? Isn’t there more important stuff to fucking talk about? Is this just a guilty pleasure?