Hipsters: Self-conscious or simply full of self?

I don't know what it is. Hipsters can get on my nerves. Not that I don't love some of the styles they are helping to revitalize; I do. I appreciate them bringing change to the scene. Change is always good. I don't personally wear tight pants, but hey, it's cool that people are diversifying and breaking out into fragmented cultural niches. I like that. The fucked up haircuts, the skinny little bodies (not new, just more evident with the junior-size clothing craze), or the bodies that have gone through too much partying without adequate exercise to balance it all out (same thing applies): Really hairy fuckers with fuzzy curls sticking out of their butt crack, which you can see because the pants are three sizes too small. Though the hip-hoppers were not much different, only instead of downsizing they upsized pants three sizes too big. And such a preference results in ass hanging as well. But the thug bangers at least cover that ass up with some boxers. These fucking hipster kids wear either (a) nothing, or (b) tighty-whiteys that are so sheer you can still see those hairy-ass trails leading down to the, well, ass.

But all this ass aside--whether hipsters wear tight pants, tighty-whiteys, whatever. This is moot. What matters is personality. And it strikes me that hipsters are so concerned with being "hip" that they reserve and delimit their personality in a strange fear that friendliness or sincerity will make them seem uncool. To whom? you fuckin' conformists. You only act that way because you want to show everyone all cool you are, so cool that you reject the conversation of someone below, someone "unlike" you. It's this type of attitude that is contradictory to what constitutes the truly cool. You can figure it out.

It's the unwarranted pretentiousness that bothers me. Even if you are, like, a gifted artist -- it still does not give you license to treat others assholish. If I'm not wearing something that doesn't look like I spent all day shopping at thrift stores, don't have a haircut that is so perfectly imperfectly cut, or some clever statement of image, then, well, I must have nothing to offer. That's my critique of the hipster. A hip-hop kid may give an e-mo looking boy a hard time, but more often that not they'll be like, "aw, nah man. I'm chist playin' with you," and take him in, open up a dialogue, talk about things of difference, exchange viewpoints. Laugh about it. Poke it, but poke it in jest. A hipster, on the other hand, takes one look; one look is all you get. If you don't make sartorial cut, you don't get "in" -- as "in" -troduced, in - vited, socially, whatever. All you get is the ax -- exclusion, excoriation, excommunication.

Hmm...

Totally tainted with generalizations, but if you know the two groups, if you know the power that hip-hop once wielded and now must share, then you know something about what I'm trying to say, albeit fitfully and streamfully without too much thought about specific particulars.