Is your brother a hipster? Your mother? Your uncle?
Of course not. Why would anyone maintain family ties to the greatest frenemy of our times?
The hipster is... that pierced barista... that jean-shorted bicyclist... that self-absorbed independent artist... who lives to ruin our day.
We associate their 'type' - a bohemian outward appearance - with pretentiousness, condescension and cheap sophistication.
But as hipsters seem to pervade our routine activities - grabbing a meal, catching a concert, walking the streets - I wonder if the label is nothing but an excuse to complain, to be miserable.
The next time you go out for drinks after work and you feel like that 'hipster crowd' is mucking up your evening, just remember - you're out to enjoy yourself in the company of friends. This is a blessing. And if the 'hipster vibe' is all it takes to mar that experience, you might want to recalibrate.
Before you go out, think about yourself. You're cool, you're good-looking (besides that mole, but let's be honest, it's charming!), and you're always down for a party. You've got an understated fashion sense, you've got an ear for great music, you've read some dense literature. You could say you're pretty damn hip...oh, wait...nevermind.
Forget the hipster myth and celebrate the amazing qualities that make you, your friends - and maybe even that tattooed, mustachioed, suspendered stranger - a magnificent bunch of humans.
Rude folks can wallow in their negativity, but assigning them a hipster label, a hipster look, a hipster aura, only furthers our antisocial tendencies in public spaces, where instead communities may interconnect and flourish.
And if we're always dreading the hipster over our shoulder, what happens if we see that face in the mirror one morning? Hopefully you'll at least have the decency to give hipsters a better name.
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