I found this article to be right on. Hipsters have yet to stand for anything. They don't encompass a new idea, and there's nothing new about them. Physically, they are a collage of retro images, with a message that has yet to be delivered. Therefore, I can only assume that...
This is a generation that stands for nothing, lost in an urban recycle-bin loaded with two decades worth of media distortion, music industry mind-programming, and digital brain droppings. From Operation Desert Bullshit to Barbie and Ken, to Wal-Mart, these 20-30 somethings have been hypnotized by American fascism; their parents seated, broken-footed, and Godless, isolated by the television or by divorce.
So, yes, in the absence of their message, in the inference I can make due to that absence, which is that they stand for nothing, their style and their elusive principles make perfect to me.
A hipster will tell you, "Well, I just don't care." But surely you must care if you go to such great lengths to acquire Grand-Pap glasses, jelly shoes, and Wham T-shirts.
Perhaps hipsters stand for something. I just don't know what that is yet. I look forward to getting the memo.
And, I don't want to give these clowns too hard a time. It takes courage to go around looking like they do. At least they aren't out wearing those ridiculous-looking, self-mutilating, blood clots we call business suits.
Image found at http://www.latfh.com
This is a generation that stands for nothing, lost in an urban recycle-bin loaded with two decades worth of media distortion, music industry mind-programming, and digital brain droppings. From Operation Desert Bullshit to Barbie and Ken, to Wal-Mart, these 20-30 somethings have been hypnotized by American fascism; their parents seated, broken-footed, and Godless, isolated by the television or by divorce.
So, yes, in the absence of their message, in the inference I can make due to that absence, which is that they stand for nothing, their style and their elusive principles make perfect to me.
A hipster will tell you, "Well, I just don't care." But surely you must care if you go to such great lengths to acquire Grand-Pap glasses, jelly shoes, and Wham T-shirts.
Perhaps hipsters stand for something. I just don't know what that is yet. I look forward to getting the memo.
And, I don't want to give these clowns too hard a time. It takes courage to go around looking like they do. At least they aren't out wearing those ridiculous-looking, self-mutilating, blood clots we call business suits.
Image found at http://www.latfh.com





