Happy Being Hipster
I didn't know. I didn't realise. I didn't mean to become a hipster.
But I am, apparently. I imagine you have questions a key one being; does this really matter?
Someone recently took one look at me and went, 'oh you're such a cute hipster'
'I love your hair'
'I love your little glasses'
'Oh and your pinafore'
To be honest the comments may have been slightly provoked by my attire. Fully channeling the cool writer wannabe look I wasn't offended, just confused. I had never met this person before, let alone spoken to them, but they had already branded me. Or had I branded myself?
So, a hipster is a trendy Shoreditch loving, geeky glasses wearing, loved it before it was cool kinda person. You can do your own research. Many are bearded, some are artsy and one of them is me.
It's not just a sense of dress but a a sense of being. You like quirky things that aren't 'mainstream'; a phrase which as I type is making me cringe. Am I like that? I don't know. Maybe it's a score out of ten situation, if you hit 5 or more of the criteria you're a hipster whether you like it or not. I don't see the need to label it, or most things. Societies pressure to label who you are, who you love and everything else bothers me. What's the rush? The desire to put people into neatly categorised boxes appeals to the control freak in me but not the realist. People are messy. There are confused, rebellious, selfish and every other kind of 'ish' people out there who won't fit into your boxes. Society uses labels like hipster to be hurtful. It should be used as a fun fact rather than a method of attack. With these labels, if taken too seriously it all becomes a bit hopeless, that applies to life too.
I've reached a conclusion. I am certainly not offended to be called, or thought of as a hipster. I quite like it but it by no means defines me. Words like nerd, emo, geek are all warped and changed to fit people on a 'one size fits all' policy. If I've learnt anything from the gigantic tights I have lolloped around in for years which claim to fit any size it's this; nice in theory, rubbish in reality.
Feel free to call me a hipster, I quite like hipster, though I am content just being Sophie.
But I am, apparently. I imagine you have questions a key one being; does this really matter?
Someone recently took one look at me and went, 'oh you're such a cute hipster'
'I love your hair'
'I love your little glasses'
'Oh and your pinafore'
To be honest the comments may have been slightly provoked by my attire. Fully channeling the cool writer wannabe look I wasn't offended, just confused. I had never met this person before, let alone spoken to them, but they had already branded me. Or had I branded myself?
So, a hipster is a trendy Shoreditch loving, geeky glasses wearing, loved it before it was cool kinda person. You can do your own research. Many are bearded, some are artsy and one of them is me.
It's not just a sense of dress but a a sense of being. You like quirky things that aren't 'mainstream'; a phrase which as I type is making me cringe. Am I like that? I don't know. Maybe it's a score out of ten situation, if you hit 5 or more of the criteria you're a hipster whether you like it or not. I don't see the need to label it, or most things. Societies pressure to label who you are, who you love and everything else bothers me. What's the rush? The desire to put people into neatly categorised boxes appeals to the control freak in me but not the realist. People are messy. There are confused, rebellious, selfish and every other kind of 'ish' people out there who won't fit into your boxes. Society uses labels like hipster to be hurtful. It should be used as a fun fact rather than a method of attack. With these labels, if taken too seriously it all becomes a bit hopeless, that applies to life too.
I've reached a conclusion. I am certainly not offended to be called, or thought of as a hipster. I quite like it but it by no means defines me. Words like nerd, emo, geek are all warped and changed to fit people on a 'one size fits all' policy. If I've learnt anything from the gigantic tights I have lolloped around in for years which claim to fit any size it's this; nice in theory, rubbish in reality.
Feel free to call me a hipster, I quite like hipster, though I am content just being Sophie.
I think I am in a similar boat as you - both in that I am called a hipster based on what I wear, and because I don't really mind being called a hipster. It's odd, because I had thought that label had run its course, but apparently not! A girl my sister works with called me a hipster just the other day (which baffled me because I was in work clothes, but you know)! It's strange that people need to define style, whether in a positive or negative way.
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Thanks for reading and commenting! I completely agree.
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