So the other day I walked up to this thin guy with tousled hair wearing tattered skinny jeans, a v-neck under a flannel, and Sperrys. He was leaning up against a wall with a few similarly dressed friends and smoking a cigarette. So after explaining that I was doing some research, I asked him, “Would you say you’re a hipster?”
“No man, I’m not really ok with that label.”
“So you’re wearing all of the hipster trademarks, but you’re not a hipster?”
“If you don’t understand it, you just shouldn’t even ask that question.”
This whole interaction got me thinking. Almost every other fashion trend I can think of is proud of itself. Gangsta rap fans are proud to rock baggy Sean John jeans with a throwback jersey and some retro Jordans, and fashionistas are proud of their coach clutch and Jimmy Choos. But the term “hipster” has become…I don’t want to say offensive…but at least taboo among hipsters.
Then there’s hipster dancing, which you can barely call dancing. Not because they’re like bad at moving or something, I mean I’m not a dance snob; if you wanna get on the floor and express yourself, do what you do and who cares what other people think. What I mean is that hipsters just kind of do this awkward, half-dancing shuffle thing. Hipsters seem to be too self-conscious and fearful of the disdain that can come with true self-expression to actually engage in any sort of liberating dance movement. I mean, fuck, the dance floor at a hipster party looks like it should be encased in quotation marks. The only spark comes when the ever-present hipster party photographers show up to capture an ironic moment to post on their photography page.