My word of the week is “hipster.”
That’s because Ken and I spent the weekend in Cincinnati
where there are a lot of hipsters, especially in the hotel where we stayed, the
uber-hip 21c Museum Hotel, with its ultra-hip contemporary art collection. We had
dinner in the amazingly hip, absolutely fabulous, foodie-haven hotel restaurant
on Saturday evening, where waiters wore skin-tight jeans with plaid shirts, semi-untucked-in,
of course, and one or two of them wore sweater-vests over white Tee shirts.
They sported either Amish-bordering-on-Duck-Dynasty beards or their hair parted
above the ears with small pony tails pulled up into Buddhist monk-esque top
knots. The young woman who seated us had a pierced nose, a short sweater dress
and combat boots.
Urbandictionary.com defines “hipsters” as “a subculture of
men and women in their 20s and early 30s that values independent thinking,
counter-culture…..creativity, intelligence and witty banter.” And, even though
it was US that defined “counter-culture” way back in our youth, I have read
that hipsters think of themselves as the true “outside- the-social-mainstreamers.”
They will reject definitions and labels that limit their scope for being uniquely
themselves and will disdain all societally accepted status symbols. Excuse me,
but isn’t that what we said back in the 70s?
Looking around the room, I leaned in close and whispered to
Ken that I was noticing that the diners in the room were almost equally divided
between hipsters and….he finished my sentence for me…."people waiting for new
hips." “Exactly!” I said, because the other half of the population consisted of “older
folks,” closer in age to our own demographic. But, of course, WE are much hipper
than those old, sadly un-cool fuddy-duddies in the restaurant. As we nibbled
our 12-ancient-grains bread with smoked butter and waited for our carmelized
cauliflower with juniper berry compote, it occurred to me that a few characteristics
distinguish our age groups.
We Baby Boomers may have invented the “generation gap,” but,
let’s face it, a lot of years have intervened since then. And if you have not
yet realized that your rebel days have been hijacked by today’s hipsters, I
present this handy chart so that you can better understand the gulf that divides
us…and really feel like the old fart you are.
Hipster Needing
a New Hip
Locavore Antacid-vore
Quinoa & kale salad with beet chips 1,000
Islands Dressing
Zombie Apocalypse Keith
Richards
Craft beers Doing
crafts
Juice cleanse Metamucil
Modern Farmer magazine Farmer’s Almanac
Streaming TV & movies Closed
Captioning
Joining the local food co-op Joining
AARP
Free-traded, grande, soy, caramel macchiato Decaf
Vintage clothing stores Talbots
Buddy Holly-esque, ironically lens-less glasses Progressive lenses
Casual, messy, just-got-out of-bed hair Male
pattern baldness
Vegan/raw diet Bland
prep for colonoscopy
Urbanite growing veggies in a window box Urban farmer’s
market
Obscure Indie music Fleetwood Mac reunion
wikiHow Wiki.
What?
Hot yoga Sit’N’B’Fit
Second-hand argyle sweater vest Down vest/fleece jacket
Group dating Date
Night
Texting/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr How does this thing
work?
Maximum 2% body fat Weight Watchers
Fixed-gear bicycle Porsche
Skin-tight jeans Belt
up under your armpits
Dachshund Goldendoodle
Brooklyn, NY Boca Raton, FL
Eco-consciousness Remembers
the 1970s
Well, it’s sobering isn’t it? But never mind. Forty years
from now, those hipsters will look back on their 20s and 30s and wonder where their
formerly slim hips went. Or they’ll be on a waiting list for new bionic hip
replacements. May they look upon the up and coming youth and think, “Ah, I was
once just like you.”
Hilarious, and spot on. You may be glad to know, by the way, that some of the very young hipsteresque people I work with really like Fleetwood Mac. So maybe there's hope to bridge this gulf!
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