Mr. Pat Dunphy over at Ikea was surfing the web and he came upon an article in this month’s Adbusters Magazine detailing the “Hipster” and why they suck (I know I am eloquent, there is no need to drool).

(Before I go on and possibly stick my foot in my mouth let me say one thing: I know from the untrained eye I fit the bill of a hipster. I wear slim jeans, have facial hair that I never seem to take care of, and I have v-neck shirts. Shit, I even drink Pabst Blue Ribbon [When it's free]. However, this article and the definition of a “hipster” goes much further than the clothes I or you wear. So if you think I should be called a hipster go ahead and call me one, call me a hypocrite too, and call me Joseph, because I prefer that over Joe.)

Back to the article

The author starts off with a typical conversation with a hipster chick and goes to show that one of the main ideas behind being a hipster is never admitting that you are, in fact, a hipster:

“So… this is a hipster party?” I ask the girl sitting next to me. She’s wearing big dangling earrings, an American Apparel V-neck tee, non-prescription eyeglasses and an inappropriately warm wool coat.

“Yeah, just look around you, 99 percent of the people here are total hipsters!”

“Are you a hipster?”

“Fuck no,” she says, laughing back the last of her glass before she hops off to the dance floor.

Its almost a sin to admit that you are hipster. It is a culture so obssessed with individualty and being away from the mainstream that they refuse to admit to what they are.

full article here