I am not a hipster, nor do I aspire to be one. I have accepted lately that I am aging and I am not in tune with the younger terminology. I did, in fact, have to google “what is twerking” when I was a counselor of 9th and 10th graders at youth camp this summer. I also have recently been hearing the term hipster and have looked into the whole fuss about it. It appears I am not a “hipster” nor do I want to be one even if I was the right age or had the time to go thrift store shopping. I am white, which fits the definition, but I do not live in New York City, San Francisco, Chicago, or Boston, and I do not have a liberal arts degree. I guess I have been a little too busy lately keeping my kids alive, myself alive, my marriage in tack, my business running, and trying to love and help the poor and brokenhearted. All those things and also other things like: not just keeping my kids alive, but playing with them, loving them, disciplining them, helping them learn to read, and wiping their noses and their butts; and spending time calling the doctor, going to the doctor, do I want to be a doctor? NO! And I don’t want to be a hipster! Let me tell you why if you are still reading. Let’s define “hipster”:
No, that is not the definition, sorry about that. Here is Wikipedia’s definition:
Hipster refers to a postmodern subculture of young, urban middle-class adults and older teenagers that first appeared in the 1990s and became particularly prominent in the 2010s, being derived from earlier movements in the 1940s. The subculture is associated with indie music and alternative music, a varied non-mainstream fashion sensibility (including vintage and thrift store clothes), progressive or independent political views, and alternative lifestyles. Hipsters are mostly white 18- to 34-year old people.
What the WHAT?!?! Let me decipher what that means to me. People who work hard to be open minded but are actually still closed minded like most people. And what does Urban dictionary say? Well, fascinating that you should ask, it says:
1. Hipsters are a subculture of men and women typically in their 20’s and 30’s that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter. The greatest concentrations of hipsters can be found living in the Williamsburg, Wicker Park, and Mission District neighborhoods of major cosmopolitan centers such as New York, Chicago, and San Francisco respectively. Although “hipsterism” is really a state of mind,it is also often intertwined with distinct fashion sensibilities. Hipsters reject the culturally-ignorant attitudes of mainstream consumers, and are often be seen wearing vintage and thrift store inspired fashions, tight-fitting jeans, old-school sneakers, and sometimes thick rimmed glasses. Both hipster men and women sport similar androgynous hair styles that include combinations of messy shag cuts and asymmetric side-swept bangs. Such styles are often associated with the work of creative stylists at urban salons, and are usually too “edgy” for the culturally-sheltered mainstream consumer. The “effortless cool” urban bohemian look of a hipster is exemplified in Urban Outfitters and American Apparel ads which cater towards the hipster demographic. Despite misconceptions based on their aesthetic tastes, hipsters tend to be well educated and often have liberal arts degrees, or degrees in maths and sciences, which also require certain creative analytical thinking abilities.
4. Hipster: Someone who listens to bands you’ve never heard of, wears ironic tee-shirts, and believes they are better than you.
Why am I writing about this? let me go to the bathroom and then come back and tell you . . .
ADD and ADHD peeps, this is getting a little too long, you might need to go take a short break, fold the laundry, unload this dishwasher, scroll Pinterest, and then come back.
Okay, well, it’s true that I thought maybe I was cool because I really love Mumford and Sons and The Fray. I don’t know what cool is anymore and the great thing about growing up is you care less. I also care more about what my elders think, and less about what the “hipsters” or “independent thinkers” think. Any group that forfeits the opinion of their elders is historically doomed. I want to be around, and learn from anyone older than me. Anyone who has seen more, prayed more, heard more, survived more, cried more, worked harder, and solved more problems than I, I want to be in their “group”. We should work together people, to encourage one another. If you want to be in any group based on age, ethnicity, political preference, socioeconomic status, schooling choice, or clothing style, you are missing out. I am missing out. I am GUILTY, not of wanting to be a hipster, but of wanting to fit in to a group. We all want to be loved. That is what we all have in common. And I guess being accepted comes along with that. Let’s stop trying to be anything but loving, selfless, doers of good. Whether you listen to old southern gospel music or the newest indie group. God doesn’t care what you listen to, he cares what you do. And my guess is He doesn’t want you wasting your time trying to be a hipster.
*No skinny jeans were harmed in the making of this post. I heart you skinny jeans, the hipsters can’t own you.