oh my god, i think i’m a hipster…

I have no idea how this could have happened. I have no idea how I even came to this realization, all I know is that I started reading this WikiHow article on hipsters and it all seemed very familiar…

The Clothes
Um, yeah. So I’ve been struggling to find a clothing style that fits my personality, but the problem is that my personality seems to change on a daily (let’s be honest here – hourly…) basis so I can never nail anything down. When I was in high school, I tried to do the goth thing, but I’m way too upbeat and happy for that. The first time I went to college (2004-ish), I was trying out preppy, but that just didn’t work either, because I don’t like to spend that much time on my hair. More recently, I’ve attempted punk (a spin-off of my high school days) but that just made me feel like an idiot because I was freaking 25, entirely too old to be doing that. I also tried the rockabilly/pin up thing, but, again, didn’t have enough patience with my hair, and I’m just not thin enough for that (which says something because pin ups aren’t exactly svelte…) So I basically just accepted that I’d always have a mish-mash of clothing lying around, dependent on my mood.

Epiphany #1: If I wear all that stuff together, that’s pretty much the basis of hipster style. Strike one.

Epiphany #2: I love scarves. Boom. Strike two.

The Hair
As soon as I realized that hipsters don’t brush, wash, style, or give a damn about their hair every single day, I was pretty much sold.

Epiphany #3: I don’t have to spend hours at the bathroom mirror clipping things into or spraying things onto my hair while using curling/flat irons in an attempt to change its natural texture or style. Strike three, and I’m out.

Oh! I remember why I got on this track! I wanted coffee, but I wanted to find a coffee house I could hang out in, meet people, study, blog, whatever. So I was looking up Lestat’s (which is stupid, because a former roommate of mine goes there all the time and plays horrible music, and I don’t even know why I would ever want to risk running into him or anyone he might associate with, because they are most likely horribly stupid people) and The Living Room (this one makes way more sense, I’d been to the one in Point Loma once or twice, and, come on, just look at the logo:


That’s pretty awesome 🙂 )

So as I was perusing Yelp (my absolute favorite website in the world, except for maybe Facebook, however Yelp is way more reliable…) I was reading all these reviews that said stuff like “watch out for hipsters” and “hipster hideaway” and I thought to myself “ew, hipsters, aren’t they bad and stuff and junk?” and then I thought that before taking someone else’s opinion and adopting it as my own, maybe I should just do a little research (omg, strike four, because that’s totally hipster, too…)

So, as usual, the Internet delivered in the form of the above WikiHow link (look, I’ll even be nice and link it again) and as I was reading, all I could think was “yup, yeah, yes, check, uh huh, that’s me alright, yuppers…” Especially with regard to “hippies whose focus was more on community than individuals.” As much as I love the idea of being a free-spirited hippie, I was never sold on the communal ideals, and I am very concerned with maintaining my individuality; I kind of have a feeling that as much of a hippie as my mother claimed she was, (and I’m sure she was!) she probably would have preferred this view as well. I also have a rather odd penchant for doing/wearing/saying/reading things before they become “cool” (or, as hipsters apparently put it, “mainstream”), though I do think the way hipsters feel the need to “move on” once something has been “discovered” is rather narcissistic, and I hate people like that.


I also love mustaches:


So, I guess I should just get totally nerdy glasses, go with the flow on my hair, and just buy clothes I like instead of whatever fits into someone else’s idea of a “style” or what’s in fashion. I’m doing my own thing, dammit!


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