…but for the love of god, why can’t some people on Tumblr put at least a touch of credit on photos?
I SEE WHAT U DID THAR, DAMNIT.
(In fairness, I should note that most of y’all I follow are good about that, and if you reblog something that was originally posted sans credit, well, there’s only so much you can do about it. I just had to get this out of my system, is all. Thank you.)
I always try to provide a click-through link if I find anything on Flickr, but if it’s a random photo of a famous person I found on Google image search, then I get lazy.
To be honest, things like this make me embarrassed about the fact that so many of my daily accoutrements are “hipster”.
The thing is, I like my Converse trainers, my Freitag bag, and my t-shirt with the inexplicable scissors graphic on. If it makes me a hipster in your book, whatever. What will earn you a punch in the face is if you imply that I only like these things in an effort to earn coolness points.
And anyway, I bought those goddamn trainers because David Tennant wore them in Doctor Who, not because every hipster under the sun wears them. So there.
Ick—that seeming love letter to Austin hipster girls is such a passive-aggressive swipe. “Gee, hipster girls, you’re just too hot and predictably/stereotypically smart and trend-following to ever earn the attentions of little old normal me, le sigh.” Get over yourself, you self-conscious, condescending asshole.
Honestly, I don’t think anyone wears certain clothes or listens to certain things simply to earn cool points alone. Most people—even the 18-23 year old kids who are most prey to the whims and trends of pop culture as they attempt to define themselves—wear and read and listen to what they like. Sure, there are cool points involved too, but only the most crazily insecure would insist they love something they secretly don’t care for or even loathe, just so others will think they’re cool. And the people who do act that way? They just want to be loved. I feel sympathy for them. I was there at age 20. (Hug a hipster today!)
What also grosses me out about this love/hate letter is how brashly he uses the pop cultural signifiers of hipsterdom to instantly identify who he can and cannot desire. I realize that most of us do this to some extent—there’s a reason why every social networking profile page has a space for one’s favorite books, movies, TV shows, albums, and the like—but it’s getting so out of hand that it scares me. It’s great to have certain fannish likes and dislikes in common with my friends, but by and large, I use those commonalities as a conversational foot in the door more than anything else (probably because I don’t really feel like a really huge fan of anything these days…save for David Lynch, heh). I want to try and make friends or date people based on how comfortable I feel around them as a person; if we both like Neko Case, great, but if not, is that really of such importance?
“Haven’t we already done bad ass angels before? In The Prophecy, and Dogma, and Teen Angel. The Crow was basically an angel. Sure, we’ve done vampires before too—but never vampires who wear body glitter and who won’t have sex with you—that is the Twilight twist. Can’t we just skip angels and go directly to “updating” whatever Powder was? Maybe Purity Ring Powder? Or Anti-drug Magical Albino?”—Amelie Gillette, “Angels With Attitude Are The New Abstinence Vampires” (Full article) I tend to stay away from The Hater, but I got a good chuckle out of this one. Mostly because, in middle school, I watched Powder and liked it. Ah, youth!