Last night my friend was talking about his ex-girlfriend (again). Seems she met a hipster at one of the local dance palaces and is now pretending to be a hipster herself, even though she's out of the loop and oddly nerdy and works as a social worker. Not to be judgemental; this is coming from my friend. From what I know about her and the definition of hipster, I said there was no way she could be a hipster. I then mentioned the Hipster Handbook, an amusing glimpse into hipsterdom with all the information you could possibly need to know about this strange animal.
After I got home I pulled it off my shelf to re-read it. I've got to say... It's still hilarious. In reference to the ex-girlfriend, the social work aspect is really one of the big things going against her. Her hair is also all wrong and her taste in music is suspect.
But I did learn that I'm a little more hipster than I care to admit, just from my occupation alone. Classifiable, even. If I read more acceptable books, shopped more frequently at vintage shops and drank absinthe I would have scored better on the test. As it is, I just rank as a poseur. I'm OK with this. Being deck is so 2003.
I'm finding it remarkably easy to survive despite being a bit midtown about stuff. I could never really get behind the '80s clothing (seriously, do I need to relive that horror?) and not drinking coffee on Commercial/Main hasn't caused any major problems for me. But I am envious of the hipsters' social skills. They know people.
Also, I love Rose Melberg more than is healthy. How I long for more Softies albums to make me cry and hold hands with someone to.
Currently reading :
The Hipster Handbook
By Robert Lanham
Release date: 04 February, 2003
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