I HATE hipsters! They are much worse when you are forced to interact with them on a regular basis. I knew one hipster gal, and couldn't put my finger on why I hated her so much until I found this site:
And I quote: "As long as it takes you to subscribe to Vice magazine, move to Williamsburg, ravage a thrift store for ironic T-shirts and creepers. That's precisely how long it takes to become a hipster, which is of course why hipsters are all so full of shit. And as for 'proving yourself,' it seems to depend completely on which hipster species you are being sunk into, but generally a few prompt name-drops will do. Here are a few names (in no particular order) that can be dropped in almost any hipster situation — from crooked trucker cap to tweedy academic — and are sure to evoke the universal gurgling hipster 'coo,': Bob Pollard or 'GBV', Yo La Tengo, James Joyce, Stanley Kubrick, Charlie Parker, Crumb, Christopher Hitchens, Brian Wilson, 'Indy,' Illuminati, Don't Look Back, Cocksucker Blues, Eat The Document, Samuel Beckett, Betty Page, Derrida, Foucault, Kindercore, 'Alt-Country' … but really it's much, much simpler than this because such is the nature of the hipsters that they will believe almost anything in order to avoid looking 'out of it.' As they get older of course they sometimes wise up, but the young trucker-cap Williamsburg loft-dwellers are a cinch, all you have to do is condescend to them a little and drop some esoteric references and you're sure to become a hipster in no time at all, and that's the truth Jack. "
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Date: 2003-09-02 05:12 pm (UTC)http://www.hipstersareannoying.com
And I quote:
"As long as it takes you to subscribe to Vice magazine, move to Williamsburg, ravage a thrift store for ironic T-shirts and creepers. That's precisely how long it takes to become a hipster, which is of course why hipsters are all so full of shit. And as for 'proving yourself,' it seems to depend completely on which hipster species you are being sunk into, but generally a few prompt name-drops will do. Here are a few names (in no particular order) that can be dropped in almost any hipster situation — from crooked trucker cap to tweedy academic — and are sure to evoke the universal gurgling hipster 'coo,': Bob Pollard or 'GBV', Yo La Tengo, James Joyce, Stanley Kubrick, Charlie Parker, Crumb, Christopher Hitchens, Brian Wilson, 'Indy,' Illuminati, Don't Look Back, Cocksucker Blues, Eat The Document, Samuel Beckett, Betty Page, Derrida, Foucault, Kindercore, 'Alt-Country' … but really it's much, much simpler than this because such is the nature of the hipsters that they will believe almost anything in order to avoid looking 'out of it.' As they get older of course they sometimes wise up, but the young trucker-cap Williamsburg loft-dwellers are a cinch, all you have to do is condescend to them a little and drop some esoteric references and you're sure to become a hipster in no time at all, and that's the truth Jack. "