So there I am, walking down the street during this heat wave when a 36 year old beardo with a ski hat and scarf comes skate boarding towards me with his steaming cup of $4.25 coffee in one hand and locally hand-rolled, healthy additive-free organic cigarette in the other. After I stuck out my arm and clotheslined him, I grabbed him by his brittle ankles and began spinning in circles and swinging him. As I released him and sent him flying about 30 ft into traffic, a folded up paper miraculously was able to squeeze its way out of his teenage girl’s jeans. Much to my surprise, he was one of the hipster defenders who occasionally come on this site to let us know that we are hallucinating and there is no infestation happening in Brooklyn or anywhere. Here is what was on that paper:
COMMENT SECTION RESPONSES FOR DIEHIPSTER.COM
You’re racist! You just use “hipster” to mean white people. If you talked like this about black people, it’d be hate speech.
You’re just jealous of cool, creative young people. You attack hipsters out of spite because you wish you could be one.
You’re overdoing it. No one really hates hipsters that much. Why can’t you just laugh at them and take it all as a joke?
You can’t give a 100% concrete definition of what a hipster is, so therefore hipsters don’t exist.
The hipster beatings are nasty and horrid. You mustn’t make light of violence.
You’re misogynistic! You can’t accept women who aren’t conventionally attractive.
Having a blog and a Twitter account, or liking anything countercultural, makes you a hipster too.
Americans can’t complain about being driven out of “their” cities, because Native Americans were driven out to build them.
You’re elderly grouches who hate youth culture. You just use “hipster” to mean young people.
You’re probably a hipster in disguise, running the site as an ironic joke.
You’re biased against Midwestern people. You can’t make rules about who should and shouldn’t move to New York.
I may be 90% the same as the people you describe, but I’m not a hipster and you insulted me by making fun of me. Say sorry.
Why don’t you actually go out and kill hipsters in real life, if you hate them so much? Otherwise that makes you a hypocrite.
Circular logic / pseudo-intellectual rambling / disjointed ranting.
You’re mundane conformist jocks who can’t accept alternative culture! You probably bullied me in school.
You’re homophobic! You just use “hipster” to mean gay people.
You don’t understand art / music / cuisine / fashion / writing / coffee / farming. You’re all uneducated knuckle-draggers.
You’re some kind of conservative right-wing group. You don’t like hipsters because they support liberal causes.
These are brave, romantic young underdogs rebelling against The Man in an eccentric way. How come you don’t like them?
You can’t single-handedly get rid of the whole hipster trend, so what do you expect to achieve by running this site at all?
You should be grateful to hipsters! Before they came along, your city was a crime-ridden ghetto.
Waaahhh! You hurt my feelings! Why are you so angry and mean?
You can’t argue against hipster businesses if people willingly pay the prices they charge. That’s how capitalism works.
Why don’t you complain about corporate executives / Wall Street people / people who aren’t like me, instead?
“You’re racist! You just use “hipster” to mean white people. If you talked like this about black people, it’d be hate speech. ” Bullshit. Being a hipster is a choice, and black people are capable of choosing to be a hipster too. WTF? You saying black people aren’t allowed in your little clique? Who’s racist? I hate black hipsters equally. Anyone that spends time and money to look like they crawled out of a thrift-store refuse pile from 40 or more years ago, grooms themselves to look shitty, even fcking thinks of growing a beard & wearing flannel, and has a music collection that is disproportionately full of crap by bands that sound as shitty as Modest Mouse but are cool only because noone has fucking heard of them. Newsflash: noone has heard of them because they are a shitty Modest Mouse sound-a-like that makes Nickleback look talented.
“Dude, MM are soooo yesterday. Total sellouts mannnn. Like, didn’t you knowww abowt the car commercial from, like, 2004-er? I totally wouldn’t reference them if I were yewww cause yewl sound, like, old n stuff…And Nickleback? Dude. Be serious.”
There def are black hipsters and I’m gonna skate out on thin ice here and say the ones I’ve seen, which are few and far between, have way, way more real style than their ( literally ) honky counterparts.
Black hipsters or “Blipsters” exist, their’s even a term to describe them in lame hipsters culture by lame hipsters.
But what’s a Hispanic hipster?
Hispter.
Chipster. as in Tortilla Chip
we have a million of them out here in southern california (go figure)
we call them Chipsters. even the latino community calls them Chipsters…
They are called chipster because they are normally Chicano…Chicano Hipster…Chipster…not because of a fucking chip.
yes because of the fucking chip, assclown
“Alleged”?
Ouch…. that was in bad taste. Real bad. Sorry.
Coco go back to cage now.
What is a Korean hipster? http://www.bigbangupdates.com/2012/03/refinery29-big-bang-shows-one-direction.html
Spicster
The only reason anybody’s heard of Modest Mouse is beacuse they have guitar god Johnny Marr in their lineup, and I’ve seen them shove him in the back to play rhythm on SNL. Maybe it was meant to be ironic, but all I could think was ‘oh how the mighty have fallen.’ He needs to stop slumming with them and give Bernard Sumner (or anyone else he’s worked with, really) a call.
Sting?
Bernard Sumner from New Order. Sting’s real name is Gordon Sumner.
1.) There are black hipsters – they go around on their longboards wearing their trucker hats just like the white ones.
2.) The vast majority of people of all races are not hipsters….except, possibly, in Williamsburg and some areas of Portland. Unless someone is out of it because of mental illness or drug/alcohol addiction, people tend to try to wash and groom themselves…..
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Spoken like someone that’s never gotten box
About a week ago I saw one of those 6 ft bicycles. The guy was blasting music from his radio too just encase if you didn’t notice the bike.
Any slip of paper falling out of a hipsters jeans is almost certainly going to be, no matter how its addressed or to whome, a note to Mommy.
No, FROM mommy telling the little shit how pweshus (s)he is.
Or a monthly allowance check.
Or a script for a post-modern short film about trash can graffiti.
Actually the original title was going to be “Steve to Stephanie, BurgerBoy to Vegan and Beyond”. LGBT that’s where the Grants are.Ah – too much work, just phoned home and told them he wrote a script, then asked MUM to top off his debit card.
The funny thing is how is the word hipster is racist? Hipsters are yes mostly white but there are others of different ethnic groups. They are stupid and hipsters aren’t a race its a sub culture that is just annoying. The funny thing is that there are people on here who are those of different backgrounds to those comments that are saying we a prejudice towards white people are stupid.
Hipsters have a tendency to take the “pull something out of one’s ass, throw it at the wall, and see what sticks” approach. If they can’t paint their detractors as “white racist, retrogressive, conservative hatemongers”, they will try to paint them as “anti-white reverse racists” or something similar.
Yes, they ARE stupid.
Clothing is an optional choice. What body and what color it is one is born into is not.
That THEY don’t understand that difference, very nearly says everything about their absurd perspectives.
is this a joke? reading this bitching makes me hate these hipster fucks even more
The list of responses is based on things actually posted by hipturds on DH and other sites, so unfortunately it’s not a joke.
God that’s depressing…
They (midwesternerds, sp. intentional) just don’t get the sense of humor on this site. It’s completely lost on them.
Yeah, go ahead and lambast this blog for it, but you know it’s true.
I’ll cop to being an elderly grouch now. Forty years ago, I was a youthful grouch. Big deal. I’m consistent.
Me too.
Yup, right here. But senior, not elderly. Senior to what I still haven’t figured out.
Regardless of how old any of us is (I’m in my early 30′s), the whole “you just hate the young for their youth” argument is one of the funniest (and weakest) of them all, because as we all know most of the hipsters are in their 30s and 40s, which is not young at all, but rather middle aged…
I hated hipsters when I *was* their age (and younger). But at the time we called them “trendies”.
Late 20s here. Ditto.
Agreed. We called them “posers”.
And let’s not forget that these are the same pathetic comments, over and over. After a while, they start to sound like Steve Lame’s attempts at rebuttal: “If we just repeat it often enough, it’ll come true.”
The midwesterners who still reside in the midwest are among the hardest working, down to earth people I have met. They get a bad rep because of the transplants who end up in NYC and mutate into hipsters upon arrival. Don’t forget, hipsters also hate the midwest and midwesterners. So Michele, is this something you each have in common?
To be honest, I hate the stuck up New Yorkers who think they are better than everybody else as much as the hipsters (OK…maybe not quite AS much).
I have lived in New York for 14 years, but was born and raised in London and for me hard work trumps all other values. Hipsters don’t understand that. Working and the majority of middle class people do. Once you deride the place where you were born and raised, you are at risk of becoming a hipster. These guys have done more damage to the reputation of the midwest than anything else. Christ, I thought some of the strongest US values were built on the work ethic of people out that way who toiled through some pretty tough times.
It isn’t only the US. Hipsters have infiltrated London. Traditional working class neighborhoods are overrun by people who just want to ‘party’ and ‘have fun’. New York, the Midwest, London, Manchester, it doesn’t matter where you were born, just don’t forget the people who worked and continue to work their arses off in those places because they haven’t got the dough to waste on frivolous dreams of making it as an independent film maker ‘roughing it’ on the streets of Brooklyn.
I haven’t spent much time outside of New York, but I have no doubt that the normal people in Ohio, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, Kentucky, and Iowa are good, hard working people who probably look at hipsters as the weak, pathetic, talentless followers that they truly are. I hate that they have been successful in shipping their shit out of their towns and into ours, but can you blame a normal, non attention whore person in Ohio for wanting that?
But at least we have thousands of assistant creative directors, baristas, production assistants, writers, musicians, performance artists, and multimedia interns clogging our streets and sneering at people just trying to go about their lives without stepping into a fucking ukelele jam on the Lorimer St. platform.
I think attention is hard to come by in the big ol’ city because there’s so much competition. So now they’re starting to make day trips out to the suburbs because they love to shock and annoy the living bejeezus out of the locals. Oh and they are so into making fun of us.
We have a luxury shopping complex about a mile from where I work. Not too long ago a few of us went there for lunch. We’re sitting outside enjoying our meal when the assult on my ears starts: Banjos, metal pails, saxophones and guitar and female vocals that sounded like a cat being buggered.
. I look around for the source of this noise and there they were – 90 f**cking degrees out in ski caps and scarves smiling, sneering and pointing at the rubes AKA normal people.
They decided to camp out in front of an italian restaurant – whose outdoor seating area was packed with customers. A few left.
The noise didn’t last very long. The owner came out and hit them with a pail of water. While they were scrambling, He managed to kick one full force in the a**.
And what did these hiptards do? Call the cops…screaming about a violation of their rights and how the locals were too ignorant to appreciate their unfettered creativity.
I hope the cops didn’t do anything to the owner. Even if he did get in a little trouble– it still sounds worth it.
I’m willing to bet $10 that the reason why they started playing outside is because they stomped in and insisted that they be the new band, and the owner told them to take a flying leap. I’ve seen that happen, too, where the idea (if you can call it that) is “We’ll show him that we’re popular, and then he’ll HAVE to pay us to play every night!”
If they were like the PG County cops down here, they kicked their asses too before they showed them the county line.
What really sucks too is that the people who really do have creative talent and actually belong better in film, theater, and music because of it, have to endure the plauge of Me-ism and often, much more personally since those areas are invaded by hipsters. I only see them as locusts, doing what locusts do. They are cynical and devour the resources and environments they find, crawling over each other to do it but moving in the same direction. ( Naw, I’m not grumpy right now
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The posers who form their ironic bands really, truly do not understand the long, hard hours that successful people in the arts put in. Nor do they understand that it isn’t done for Fame. That’s a symptom of hard work, networking, and some luck. SOME…not ALL.
Let them look at the days on the road every year for decades someone like Johnny Cash put in. Or Lou Reed. Or Duke Ellington. I’m telling you, most of them flat out could not handle it.
They couldn’t handle it, and they take up space that more dedicated artists could be using.
incorrect. What gives the midwest a bad name are the large number of close minded bigots (racist, homophobic etc.) that reside there and work in government. I agree that hard work says a lot but not if you are ignorant and blinded by the bible. Of course not every midwesterner has these views but a lot of them do. I have found that “normal hard working people” is often a euphemism.
What gives midwesterners a bad name among the New Yorkers who post here are the Hipsters and the Yupsters — many of whom are from the midwest. They are arrogant, pretentious, smug pieces of shit who think they’re bringing “culture” to places which already have a culture.
Despite the “progressive” facade of most hipsters and their closely related yupster counterparts, many of them are often every bit as racist, homophobic, etc as the midwestern stereotype you mentioned. I have more respect for a bigot who is honest about his/her bigotry, than a fauxhemian pretender who espouses “progressive” views because it’s part of his/her carefully crafted image. I like knowing where people stand.
Also, what is “normal hardworking people” a euphenism for? Normal hardworking midwesterners are not the targets of this blog’s venom. In fact, some post here.
I was saying it is a euphemism for the midwestern stereotype i mentioned. There’s nothing I dislike more than posers and pretenders like these hipsters you are referring to, all I’m saying is i don’t think it’s somehow their fault the midwest has a conservative/ignorant reputation.
Ok. However, any anti-midwestern sentiment on the part of native NYers or readers from coastal areas dealing with hiptard infestations, has nothing to do with it’s “conservative/ignorant” reputation and everything to do with yupsters/hipsters. I also don’t equate “conservative” with “ignorant” since there was a time when I was definitely a “conservative” (as a result of being a disillusioned “progressive”) and still hold views on some things that can be considered such. DH’s readership spans most of the political spectrum. On any other forum, most of us would probably be at one another’s throats.
It’s not about politics [though I take umbrage with you tagging conservatives as ignorant and racist], or even any of the other states in America [which I have plenty of respect for], it’s specifically about the infestation of hipster creeps that come to NYC hell bent on destroying it.
Correction: I was replying to ‘Mitch’, not you. Sorry! I hit the wrong reply button.
Reading the sheet of printed out comments that flew out of his pocket, it must have been a hipster-in-training or some milder strain of the hipster plague, because in reality they are much,much more vicious and deranged than this.
we should put these comments on fortune cookies.
Ironically, of course.
I don’t hate hipsters for the fashion or the music– Buddy Holly glasses, little known indie bands, beards, etc- have been part of the fabric for a very long time. Why I hate them is that think they discovered everything and that they always claim to be these creative individualists when they are fucking “different like everybody else” and they don’t fucking get it.
Local SF Gate pop-culture dipshit/dickhead Peter Hartlaub just ran one of these “Dads were the original hipsters” photo montages from readers in the Bay Area for Father’s Day as if hipster-ism has just now entered the public consciousness. Yes, judging by Hartlaub and his sheep, it seems that San Francisco is only just now becoming aware of their hipster image…. and fucking embracing it.
If the hipster population was whittled down to those that actually work hard at cultivating whatever talent they have, they probably wouldn’t be as annoying because there would be so many less of them, but so many of these douche bags confuse dressing the part with having actual talent… and they want a fucking cookie for it.
As for the homophobic claim in the list– bullshit. Die Hipster has written before that gay people get a pass on the hipster shit.
The beard thing has got to end. The hipsters are more hippie than ‘cool’.
And skinny jeans? Still? The Strokes were a retro band when they arrived…. and even that was over a decade ago. Legions of these fucks still dress like them. Skinny jeans? Still? Fuck.
Now I understand more why the punk movement of the 70s came about and why they hated hippies so damn much.
At least the hipsters have foregone patchouli, right?
We had an engineer at my old place of employment that was an attention wh*re. No one paid any attention to him. He would interrupt conversations with some ironic Scooby Doo-esque quip that would cause people to just walk away from him.
Finally he got desperate. One day he decided to wear a 1920′s suit and tap dance to wherever he had to go – including meetings.
Finally he got so desperate that he wore a fencing uniform to work and proceed to spar with a tree in the parking lot…the one near all the picnic tables. This lasted about a week.
A hipster engineer?
Probably just a Cat Piss Man, but they share an equal delusion that they’re the one true center of the universe.
Was he the boss’s mentally ill son or something? There’s no way what that guy did outweighed his drag on productivity from the rest of the people that had to suffer through a workday with him.
No. he was just a hipster wanna be. We got rid of him before he took the attention wh*re thing to an extreme and burned the place down or parked himself on a water tower with a
sniper rifle.
I’ve worked in places where that drag on productivity was the boss’s son, or at least the son of a senior VP. However, I noticed back during my weekly newspaper days that the guy considered “the heart and soul” of a paper by the top staff was also, always, the person most loathed by both general staff and the readers. Since then, I’ve seen that happen over and over, where the biggest jerkoff in the workplace and the management’s golden child can be hit with the same bullet. In all of these cases, though, no matter how many valid complaints are made by employees or customers, the company would rather let the entire business go under than fire the shithead, and many do.
Case in point: fifteen years ago, I worked for a tech company that was already in trouble, and had a direct run-in with one of the golden children. This was a classic Cat Piss Man who alternated going on and ON about his “Star Wars” obsession and whining in public about how he was still a virgin. I wish I were kidding. At the end of October, he stamped up and down and threatened to hold his breath until he turned blue, and management let him organize a “Spirit Week”. We’re already slammed and aggravated, and we were supposed to spend the week making up paper airplanes and crossword puzzles to give to our fellow wage slaves. If we weren’t, he’d come by our desks and nag us about how important Spirit Week was, and who cares what those pesky customers want? (The finale for all of us was when he insisted that Thursday was to be the day we all came in dressed as our favorite “Star Trek” or “Star Wars” character, and he reminded us all of this three times on Wednesday afternoon. Knowing it would piss him off, I asked “So…can I come as a Vorlon?”, but I really wanted to ask him, to his face, if he showed up as Ceti Alpha V or Dagobah. As it was, even he didn’t show up in costume on Thursday: he just wanted to write up everyone else for not playing his game.)
Two weeks after that, we were hit with a massive layoff. Almost two-thirds of us were told to get out of the building right then, and only come back after hours to pick up our stuff so as not to freak out the people who remained. Want to take a guess at which ambulatory turd still had his job, and in fact got a raise because his boss was laid off?
A fencing uniform. That’s funny. And sad.
Was it foil, epee, or sabre? I’d bet he wouldn’t know LOL
I can’t believe someone would last more than 24hrs like that in any work environment except a circus.
Good point. If you check out “Jazz on a Summer’s Day” (documentary about the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival, available on Netflix), you will see… wait for it … a whole bunch of hipsters. Bohemia is at least 100 years old, and not much new material in those 100 years. SSDD.
No, those were “Beatnicks.” They plain didn’t give a fuck. Look it up.
“folded up paper”-must have been 100% recycled, multicultural, paper gleaned from Jack Kerouac’s original scroll manuscript of The Dharma Bums .
“You’re just jealous of cool, creative young people. You attack hipsters out of spite because you wish you could be one.”
COOL?
CREATIVE?
HOW?
YOU ALL ARE FULL GROWN ADULTS AND ARE DOING CHILDISH SHIT ME AND MY FRIENDS WERE ALL DOING
WHEN WE WERE IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL!
YOU FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKING RENT RAISING TRANSPLANT PIECES OF SHIT ARE WEARING CLOTHES AND RECYCLING FASHION TRENDS I MYSELF WORE MORE THAN 25+ YEARS AGO!
GO CREATE SOMETHING NEW & ORIGINAL
or
GO THE FUCK BACK TO THE WAL-MART TOWNS YOU CAME FROM
WAL-MART TOWNS! Ha! Perfect.
Perfect indeed. I’ve been stationed near such towns. Walmart is a central hub of activity in those places.
That’s funny. I was recently banned from commenting at the online version of the so called “Brooklyn” Paper because I suggested that a gentrified poster(and the rest of his ilk), who made a snide remark about Brooklyn natives, go back to their “flyover hellholes”.
So whatever you do, don’t upset the gentry or their lovers. They will hate you for being so mean to them.
While I’m not crazy about the brooklyn hipster thing in any way, calling people transplants is hilarious to me. New York has ALWAYS been a place people move to, it’s the center of the universe for most anything cultural or financial. Every neighborhood has been through numerous transformations especially Brooklyn. Even Bushwick was a middle-upper class dutch neighborhood before it transformed into a largely Hispanic one. You just kind of sound like an idiot dissing people who “transplant” to ny.
See FAQ section. End of story.
Ok I read it. I guess the difference is that in the past the neighborhoods where the hipster type were taking over were always somewhere in manhattan (village, LES etc.) Now its brooklyn which is a mostly working class borough.
I will say it seems like you spend a lot of time on this and anytime you spend so much time and energy hating someone or something it’s never a good thing. I know maybe it started as a sort of jokey thing but seems a little bit much.
example: “See FAQ section. End of story.” — End of what story? This just sounds kinda nuts and a little childish. Maybe try to relax sometime and you’ll feel better.
“These are brave, romantic young underdogs rebelling against The Man in an eccentric way.”
Corporate marketing departments have them completely figured out. It doesn’t take much work. Just slap a couple of their buzzwords on some crap, “vintage”, “artisanal”, “rooftop grown”, “American Apparel”, “American Spirit”,”zany”, ‘quirky”, “carefully curated”, “organic”, “free trade”(none of them can tell you what free trade is–it just sounds rilly kewel to say),”from Brooklyn”, triple the prices and you can sell them anything. Tell them it’s “handmade”, even if it’s “handmade” by the Chinese resellers on Etsy. Do a little work to disguise the fact that it’s coming from a big corporation. Make it sound like it’s “locally sourced”–i.e. Brooklyn Industries (made in China) and watch them as they swipe their parents’ credit cards faster than you can blink your eyes.
So who is this Man that they are rebelling against? They buy all The Man’s products, walk around proudly displaying all the “quirky” stuff they bought from The Man, paid with their parents’ money. Doesn’t seem like much of a rebellion.
They are unoriginal material slaves and masters of appropriation and the artificial. So that pretty much leaves them in a world of nothing. Every freaking day is Halloween and they step on old ladies who happen to be in their way racing toward the next fleabag flea market stall filled with crap. So self-absorbed they don’t realize that all the nose piercings, dreds, sleeve and facial tattoos, and ‘vintage’ crap in the world can never, ever hide the fact that they are screaming identical boring copies of their non-urban, ordinary suburban, middle class [or rich] parents.
UGH! Honestly, my problem with hipsters is that they give the rest of us 20 something a bad name as lazy kidults who don’t want to own up to adult responsibilities.
I consider myself a hard working individual. I’ve held about 8 jobs in my life…some were cool, some sucked, but in the end they helped me to have the skills neccessary to survive out in the real world. But at the same time, I like to get creative and all that jazz. I like art, music, books, movies, fashion, etc…but I would not call myself a hipster (although I’ve been hit with that label many times).
Hipsters are just making our generation look like fucking pussies that are too scared to go at it without mommy and daddy’s assistance. Making a mockery of those who had to rough it without such safety nets.
Hell…I even said to myself that if i had to, I would work construction or mop floors or anything like that if I had to to make ends meet. Hipsters think they’re too good for that and look down on people who have those type of jobs which is disgusting. What’s offensive about hard working people? I think that snobbery is actually jealousy, guilt, and whatever because they had it so easy and deep down inside they know those “working stiffs” think they’re garbage.
What’s so great about being some struggling artist working in some coffee shop until 35? at that age (even earlier) these heads gotta think about long term plans…which they don’t.It’s not like working in a coffee shop, played out vintage boutique, or interning for a fashion magazine that’s going to go under in 3 months provides any longevity (401k, dental plans, insurance, etc…)
People look to the youth for the future…I can already say this generation is lacking in anything to look forward too…and their kids will be 10 times worse.
You’d think that was the case, Ripshop, but long-term plans and hipsters go together like rum and dog shit. I speak from experience. My wife’s ex-husband pretty much pissed away a startup jewelry design company over the last ten years, even while he publicly whined that because Billy Joel got an honorary degree for his music, he deserved one for his contributions as an artist. When you’re 25 and you don’t know shit about shit, that sort of attitude is annoying but a little tolerable if the person spouting it grows up and learns something. When you’re pushing 45 and still whining about how you can’t be expected to get a day job because your big break is coming Any Day Now, that’s just sad, because there’s no hope. (In the case of the ex-husband, we heard from friends about a big sale of jewelry equipment by someone who was getting out of the business, and discovered that it was him. Apparently he couldn’t afford to stay in jewelry after burning his customers too many times, and was kicked out of his girlfriend’s house because she was tired of subsidizing him. The last we heard, he was couchsurfing while chasing his one true dream: to be a circus clown.)
Of course, I came from a science fiction writing background, so there you see some real entitlement cases. I told Pat I. a while back about one editor of my acquaintance who hasn’t had work in a decade, and who conducted an interview about five years ago where he almost cried over how unfair it was that no rich guy (his words) was willing to subsidize a science fiction magazine, just to employ him as editor. My first and very public response was “This is absolute proof that, every once in a great while, the invisible hand of the market is both just and fair.”
They don’t get that an actor like Christopher Walken, for example, has been in acting since he was 2 years old. His resume by the age of 25 was more heavily packed than theirs will be by 40. Or, let them contemplate the hours worked by Jerry Lewis by that age. Their mentality is that they will do one job and then ‘be famous’. That if they show up to work, they should be the CEO in six months. That if they graduated college, which just about anyone with a decent memory can do, all doors should have their names on them with a big, gold star.
And another thing…I hate how hipsters are making those of us adults that love to skateboard still look bad.
Alright, I wasn’t one of those skid marks that discovered skateboarding at the tender age of 24…I’ve been doing this since the early 90s (technically the late 80s) and still skate. it’s a nice thing to do when I’m off work on the weekends and just want to relax, get some exercise and maybe chill with the homeys and have some brews at the same time.
If you ride a longboard…you’re a hipster. This game ain’t for you son. Until you’ve been kicked out of spots by security guards, gotten ticketed by police, ollied a curb, slid a rail or ledge…you’re just a tourist. You can wear all of the Supreme X whatever brand collab stuff, wear as many types of vans as possible, but you’ll always be tourists and will never be real.
LOL Let ‘em go talk to Tony Alva if they want some lessons on what being ‘a skater’ is. Let them attempt Signal Hill on clay composite wheels. I’d love to see them run a longboard down a mountainside. Hitting the pavement at fifty mph plus isn’t for the feint of heart.
damn, I love this new comment section “Insert Hipster Hate Here”
By the way…..these hipster defender responses were created by regular commenter Jack who is great at putting the Stevies and Eds and sock puppets in their place. He sent it to me in BINGO format but it wasn’t displaying well on the site do I changed it to this. Thanks Jack.
Thanks man.
Sweet list. Can we refer to this post if when they inevitably show up again?
Long time lurker, first time poster here. I’m not sure if this article’s been linked here yet. Apparently, never-say-no helicopter parenting is getting noticed, and not in a good way:
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2012/07/02/120702crbo_books_kolbert
A few highlights:
“In one fairly typical encounter, a father asked his eight-year-old son five times to please go take a bath or a shower. After the fifth plea went unheeded, the father picked the boy up and carried him into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the kid, still unwashed, wandered into another room to play a video game.
“In another representative encounter, an eight-year-old girl sat down at the dining table. Finding that no silverware had been laid out for her, she demanded, “How am I supposed to eat?” Although the girl clearly knew where the silverware was kept, her father got up to get it for her.”
“The notion that we may be raising a generation of kids who can’t, or at least won’t, tie their own shoes has given rise to a new genre of parenting books….The books are less how-to guides than how-not-to’s: how not to give in to your toddler, how not to intervene whenever your teen-ager looks bored, how not to spend two hundred thousand dollars on tuition only to find your twenty-something graduate back at home, drinking all your beer.
“Not long ago, Sally Koslow, a former editor-in-chief of McCall’s, discovered herself in this last situation. After four years in college and two on the West Coast, her son Jed moved back to Manhattan and settled into his old room in the family’s apartment, together with thirty-four boxes of vinyl LPs. Unemployed, Jed liked to stay out late, sleep until noon, and wander around in his boxers. Koslow set out to try to understand why he and so many of his peers seemed stuck in what she regarded as permanent “adultescence.” She concluded that one of the reasons is the lousy economy. Another is parents like her.”
Welcome to reality! And nice find. I think one reason kids are so screwed up in the head is because there really is such a discipline as “Psychological Anthropology”. I’ll bet a PhD costs $100k+, and can be obtained at such august institutions as Phoenix University. On line… What BS (and not the degree).
“Little Ben may not be able to tie his shoes, but that shouldn’t preclude his going to Brown.”
I live down the street from Brown and trust me, those kids STILL can’t tie their own shoes.
Jeez, how many names did that article drop? That’s just the problem. Parents who read self-help books by so-called experts and psychiatrists (who appear on Oprah and charge grandiose fees to get you to buy more therapy) are the real problem.
There is nothing about child raising that my parents and grandparents couldn’t have taught these mothers – for free. Plus, the kids would actually be able to move out and take care of themselves in the end.
As I said before, boomers were lousy parents.
Now their kids are parents. And worse.
I know a guy who still wipes his kid’s ass. Literally.
The kid is 9 and is fed pizza and Chinese food for breakfast.
I leave it to the reader to imagine how overweight this kid is.
Chinese food and pizza for breakfast? What is the father shooting for? An attempt to ensure his son will have a heart attack by his 18th birthday? Heart disease by 25? Dead by 30? Fuck. He must really hate his kid.
He actually says he is his son’s best friend.
Case study in How Not To Parent.
And they wonder why they grow-up talking smack back at them or they walk all over them or they grow up to be elitist douchebags/assholes.
Your kid =/= your contemporary.
SMH. Like Vodka said “Your kid =/= your contemporary.”
He’s already blow in it in that case.
Father’s are not there to be their sons best buddies. They will have many buddies in their lives, but only one father. You cannot be your kids peer and also be an effective role model. Guys like him just do not have the nuts to guide their sons into adulthood, because they’re too busy denying their own.
You can be your kid’s buddy when you can have a legal beer with them.
To each his own, but I do not have the same type of respect for my buddies that I do my father.
I’ll have lots and lots of buddies in my lifetime. I’ll only ever have one dad. Sharing a beer does not and never will make us ‘buddies’. He doesn’t need to mix with me and my peers because he has his own buddies anyway. We’re too much younger than he is, and he’d feel like he was having to sit in the kids sandbox all the time. Nope, ain’t gonna happen LOL
I know one of the professors quoted in the article, and the university we went to in the early 90s didn’t coddle us – it tended to repel hipsters and preppies because of its rigor.
I was in the same situation when I moved to Portland (in 1996, so I was there before the hipsters even thought about Portland), but when I realized I had no money, I started calling temp agencies, and got a job quickly – and the boss hired me a few years down the road for her start-up.
I noticed that the only real activity by these “parents” after their parenting FAIL was to write a book. Typical behavior – try to cash in on their own failure while trying to deflect blame. Anybody else see a pattern here?
“One practical tip that she offers is to do nothing when your adult child finally decides to move out. In the process of schlepping Jed’s stuff to an apartment in Carroll Gardens, Koslow’s husband tore a tendon and ended up in emergency surgery.
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2012/07/02/120702crbo_books_kolbert#ixzz20DvPC7eS”
The problem is not that you helped the kid move… it’s that you got him an apartment in Carroll Gardens. (Nobody goes directly from bumming at their parents’ house to being Carroll Gardens-rich.)
People do realize this was a fictional beating, and a fictional list that this super tough guy found right?
“You should be grateful to hipsters! Before they came along, your city was a crime-ridden ghetto.”
Hasn’t it increased because these dingbats are easy prey to get mugged, assaulted, and have property stolen?
No, moving into Bed-Stuy isn’t being hip & edgy. You pencil necks are just asking for trouble and a death wish.
Wahhhhhhhh! I can’ use the pool because scary black kids are there. The pool should only be for white people!!!!!!! http://gothamist.com/2012/07/02/another_day_another_mccarren_park_p.php
Fucking racist bigot, at no point does it mention anything about black people, so you just assume it was a bunch of black kids causing the trouble? Am I prone to be a troublemaker because I’m black? What a fuckhead.
The article may not mention black kids, but the photo shows two of them in handcuffs. Just saying.
This is one of the better ad campaigns to come out in a while — just saw a poster 20 minutes ago that said “Hipsters Deserve to Die”:
http://www.businessinsider.com/nation-wide-campaign-says-hipsters-deserve-to-die-2012-6?op=1
Unfortunately the ad campaign does not actually advocate the extermination and wholesale butchering of hipsters.
“There really is no mystery why young white progressives gush over certain neighborhoods and entire cities such as Portland and Austin (and pseudo-cities such as ‘Burning Man’) that allow them to act poor without having to live next to people who really are poor in a sad and totes non-ironic way and who make better desolation porn as an arena for your extreme hide-and-seek leagues than as actual neighbors.
“The calls for ‘smart growth’ to keep these cities and neighborhoods ‘weird’ and ‘creative’ is a euphemism for keeping them something else that is best left unspoken. One memorable article in the left-wing ‘Salon’ magazine had the female author praise the gay people and their neighborhoods for how smart, clean and safe they are, blissfully oblivious to what these words are dog whistles for in the real estate business.”
Yep….in inner NE Portland, it was hipsters in, black people out – to “the Numbers” (outer NE Portland).
But, like yah, this vegan soul food is da bomb!
Austin, Portland, Seattle – among the whitest cities in America. HMMmmmm…
Mister Diehipster,I come bearing bad news..my girl kicked me out the house(Not the bad news part) and I was forced to sleep at a hotel on Emmons ave…in said hotel was dozens of hipsters in a circle jerk eating hot dogs all while having a man film this..art?..not sure,it was on the lobby rug.i can only hope they are just in town to check out the Nathans famous competion tomorrow.
I will be leaving this place for the Windjammer Motel down the block in the morning,rather take my chance with the pimps and hookers foaming from the vaj from percocet withdrawels.
See ya when I look at ya!!!!
This is fucking sad. Get your fucking life together.
You need to make this into a book.
Jim Carroll already did it.
http://shameproject.com/profile/arianna-huffington/
Read This. A nice biography of Arianna Huffington. Republican to Progressive to cult leader, sellout to progressives everywhere.
Everything that’s wrong with modern “progressives”.
Loved by hipsters everywhere.
Let’s set aside political designations. This is nothing more than big media properties being bought and sold. Notice how DH has no ads or makes any effort to monitize. Enjoy your duty free rant zone while it lasts. When DH sells out to AOL or Comcast or KableTown, then I’ll grant you a hearing. Until then, we cool. DH is a DMZ.
She’s apparently not so proggresive that she can’t take advantage of her slaves, I mean citizen journalists, seeking “exposure” instead of, you know, pay.
Ughhhhh. I realize this article is barley readable but it is about closed “art galleries”. Actually , it looks like crap commercial space. But whats most interesting is that it describes a new hipster occupation, “gallerist”, which I presume is someone who spends daddy’s money running an “Art” gallery into the ground.
http://bushwickdaily.com/with-regards-to-factory-fresh/
Of course it’s barely readable. It’s written by an unpaid intern. It will be submitted for the Pulitzer Prize.
And it will win one.
This is what hipsters eat for Brunch? Look under Cafe Ghia :
“My personal pick is Vegan Scramble for $10 (Tofu, sweet potato, kale, scallion, spicy black bean sauce, and ginger-lime tofu “cream,” served with toast.)”
I believe this poor bastard was served vomit as a joke and they called it “My personal pick is Vegan Scramble for $10 (Tofu, sweet potato, kale, scallion, spicy black bean sauce, and ginger-lime tofu “cream,” served with toast.)”
http://bushwickdaily.com/your-perfect-arty-sunday-in-bushwick/
and as a bonus look at the picture in the middle of the page. Hipster much?
Ugh.. Why. Did. I. Click.? . … and how about the picture after that? The ‘Exquisite Fucking Boredom’ art show by Emma Bee Bernstein.
Obviously the me monkeys never read the FAQ. Im proof no one on this site hates midwesternerns.
The thing is they are bringing the cul de sac to a place that was not meant to have cul de sac. That is why when i came here i learned “the rules”. I also knew people have been here long before me. Im just here to work and make a few buddies. The stuff the me monkeys want is a pg version of 80s 90s New York.
I also firmly believe in serving your city. That is why im still a medic. Serving does not mean opening a free range organic japanese mexican PBR fusion bar. And i regularly call them out on it when they call 911 “concerned” about the homeless drunk sleeping in front of their parentally funded gentrification bar in the LES. “Hey welcome to New York. Hes been “living” here long before your parents bought you this bar. Im not bothering him. Im not the neighborhood watch. Youre so concerned, you feed him and take em back to your kewel retro apartment”. The amount of selfishness disguised at concern makes me sick.
Isn’t there a charge that can be levied against those who abuse 911 emergency with calls like that?
Too Freeken Funny…..Here Is A Hipster Describing The Why Hispsters SHOULD Be Hated…..”Americans can’t complain about being driven out of “their” cities, because Native Americans were driven out to build them”…………..This Person Described Their Mission Here On Earth And Especially Here In Brooklyn………We Brooklynites Need Culture Because Us Natives Lack Culture And Like The Native American’s, Migrants Needed To Build Something Because These Primitive Natives Lacked Cities….Yet They Once Outnumbered The Gentrifier’s Who Like Fleas Infested And Killed Off Hundreds Of Thousands….Like They Are Doing To Native Brooklynites Today…….DIE HIPSTER!!!!!!!
Here is a quickie. Before I moved out of Greenpoint, there were two hipsters that lived in my apartment building. One drove a Lexus, the other a brand new Mini Cooper. They both parked them on the street daily and were both outraged when their cars were inevitably broken into. Happy fourth of July.
Greenpoint is mainly white. The cars were probably broken into by spics coming in from other neighborhoods. The same spics that are causing trouble in the newly opened McCarren Pool…
http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/brooklyn/nabe_cries_dirty_pool_PU1migzcA9Yyk6GYAKwk5L
It’s always the spics. Spic-spic-spic-ity-itch.
Ethan, was that your car that was broken into? Little butthurt that daddy won’t buy you a new one? You would think with all your newfound gritty urban street smarts you would know better and take your iStuff inside your parentally funded “condo” and not leave them displayed for big bad city people to steal. Don’t worry, I’m sure if you whine enough, daddy will buy you a new Mini Cooper.
These hiptards are so transparent.
The worst are the spics with their spic kids who slow everyone down on their way to work. They’re fat, lazy, and they can’t even walk in a straight line with their 10 kids walking side by side, blocking the entire side walk or subway entrance. They litterally waddle when they walk. You know, some people actually have important things to do in their lives or at work. The best thing to do is to push right through them and mutter spic-spic-spic-spic-spic-ity-itch and look back right at them. All of you on here are either spics or spic-lovers. Has anyone called you a spic lately?
More boring hiptard drivel.
Remember this: Latinos > Hipsters. Anyone > hipsters.
Thanks for showing us what hipsters really think and feel. If you feel that way about Latinos, I can only imagine what you think of us black folks. LOL!
I can’t tell if this guy is trolling, and if so, WHO he’s trolling.
Perhaps he’s trying to make some kind of weak ass point . . . part of me expects a response from him that says “ok, replace ‘spic’ with ‘hipster’ and read it”. The other half of me says it’s him showing his true hiptard colors.
A weak point indeed. It kinda reminds me of why the New South edition of Huckleberry Finn is wrong for replacing every mention “nigger” with “slave:” It doesn’t parse right. “Nigger” is a mode of being. “Slave” is a mode of employment. Call somebody a slave and the moment they’re set free, they’re no longer a slave. Call somebody a nigger and they’re a nigger for life, and so are their children. That’s a distinct difference in interpretation and makes an important point in understanding society.
Likewise, Hispanic is a mode of being. Hipster is an affectation. I can say mock hipsters for being so because people had to make a conscious decision to be hipsters.
Actually, it fits even better to a Dead Kennedys song:
So you’ve been to school for a year or two and you know you’ve seen it all – in daddy’s car knowing you’ll go far; back east, your type don’t crawl. Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz on your five grand stereo, bragging that you know how the niggers feel cold
and the slums got so much soul…
Well put.
Many, many hipsters are racists. Or, at a minimum, ‘pro-white’. As stated on here repeatedly, they are xerox copies of their suburban or rural parents still behind in flyover states. Gentrifying is a part of racist agenda.
In a metropolitan area, just look at a hipsters social circle. If it’s all white, all the time…well…there may be more going on there than just typical ‘group identity’…
Yo, you talk all this trash. I wish you would say this to their face. You would get murdered and you know this. Fucking cracker.
I may catch a lot of flack for this comment, but, believe it or not, much of the petty vandalism that occurs in Greenpoint is drunk polish teenagers.
What Polish teenagers? Most of the Poles here have moved to Ridgewood. Little Poland is dead.
There were still lots of poles north of McGuinness when I left. Definitely decreasing though.
It’s Polish renters who are getting priced out… as far as I know, a good amount of Poles own homes and are sticking around, waiting to sell. Also, I think that many Poles from other neighborhoods go out in Greenpoint, as it still has a good number of Polish techno clubs.
Can you blame them?
“A hippie is someone who looks like Tarzan, walks like Jane and smells like Cheetah.”
-RONALD REAGAN
You are the man. I can walk the streets of Brooklyn w your words in my mind. I have not stepped out of the way of anyone on the sidewalk since New Years 2011. It’s fun. Old ladies & non-YUPPIE strollers, I move. Love your beatings.
mollycoddled past participle, past tense of mol·ly·cod·dle
Verb: Treat (someone) very indulgently or protectively.
Wonder if in 50 years there will be an ethancoddled:
Verb: The excessive parental funding of an offspring’s fantasy-driven migration to a big city, often to the detriment of ethnic/racial minorities, and occasionally well into a child’s mid-late 30s
Oh trust me, we can hate hispters that much!
I preferred the city (and brooklyn) when it was a crime-ridden ghetto.
I agree!
LIKE!
Ooohhhh he says, you’re “MEAN.” Remember those bumpertsickers: “Mean people suck.”
Hipsters in training. If the guy wants an answer, it’s “you made BROOKLYN fucking unnecessarily expensive and are driving the natives out.” Sort of like the “white people” did to the Indians, which I’m sure would have been a hipster non-no, had their been hipsters in 1600. But here you are, invading! Driving up the price of coffee! If I lived in Brooklyn I’d be PISSED!
Die hipster ist vergeltn burg hipsterse ven itsel.
Trans: This is postmodern hipster art, written and produced by “the hipster” himself.
Prove it.
IOW, put up or shut up.
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