Saturday, April 17, 2010
Time to split the subcultures up
Gawker.com recently ushered me to a website called, Stuffhipstershate.com. I've always considered myself a "hipster," seeing that I find my interests align with the subculture. I'm way more into music than any normal 20-something girl should be, I judge people based on what they listen to, and I dress like the people in the Swedish Street Style blogs. Stuffhipstershate.com is a blog aimed at cutting down the hipster subculture by making fun of how egocentric/ridiculous these kids sound. Reading this blog showed me the light, the light at the end of the sewage pipe that I've been crawling around for the past five years whilst pretending to be a dirt bag when I'm really not. I'm not a hipster. I don't wear my grandma's knickers. I don't smell like moth balls. I wouldn't stop wearing my Converse's because Joe Schmo in Main Street America has a pair. I'm not in a band. I have a real job.
Realizing I'm not part of the cool crowd anymore, my dreams of moving to Brooklyn and owning a fixed speed bicycle were shattered. I don't want to date a 30-something tattoo artist who's in a 12 piece ensemble band. I don't want to NOT live in Williamsburg because it's gone mainstream. I don't want to wash my hair every other day because greasy is in. I felt jilted and confused. Who was I? Where was I? Why was I hooking up with a guy who was wearing a thumb ring?
There had to be something else. I'm pretty sure my friends wouldn't be considered hipsters either. They don't do things to be ironic. They all have real jobs. They just spend most of their paychecks on concerts and weird Swedish jeans. Oh wait...Didn't we all have a strange desire to consume all things Swedish? I mean, our best friend is Swedish, we try to learn a few choice Swedish phrases to make us sound cool when we're out at the pub, I own a pair of ACNE jeans, and I'm pretty sure I have an affinity for all things Swedish pop. And did I mention I consider myself a social democrat? And that when I went to Sweden I felt like I had died and gone to heaven? That had to be it! I had to be a Scandophile. And so I am. And so are my friends. Move over hipsters. There's a new subculture in town. And we actually smell like we recently bathed.
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