My blog’s name is “Hipstercrite”.
I often write about hipsters for my website and others.
Those articles are often my most trafficked.
They’re also the ones that evoke the most wrath.
I can go off about our empathy-challenged Governor or how scared I am of the Republicans, but neither of these subjects compare to the flack I receive for writing about hipsters.
I recently wrote an article for CultureMap about the “10 Most Hipster-Inspired Restaurants, Food Trucks and Bars in Austin“.
It led to a slew of negative comments, though it’s currently one of the site’s most read articles.
My favorite comment being, “The worst part about hipsters is that they’ve led to the existence of Hipstercrite”.
People often comment on how much they dislike hipsters, how hipsters are ruining Austin, how smug hipsters are, etc.
I (not surprisingly) have people that simply won’t read me because of my writing moniker. They make sure to tell me this. They make sure to tell me how stupid my name is, how stupid I look with a mustache ring in my blog avatar and how stupid my pop culture content is.
They despise the word “hipster” and everything it stands for.
It surprises me how much anger the word can cause. How much bottled up hatred exists for young people who go against the norm. It is often the sort of aggression that I feel should be reserved for, oh, I don’t know, people who are actually bad in this world. I’m not talking about just making fun of hipsters (we all love doing that). I’m talking about full-fledged “Die Hipsters Die!” chanting.
Yes, Austin is filled with hipsters, as are many other popular cities. Yes, hipsters have non-conforming interests and tastes. Yes, sometimes they look too cool for school. Yes, sometimes they grow up to be yuppies and open themed bars and gastropubs.
So, with what I mentioned above, why all the hate?
How does a non-conforming person who dresses uniquely and who may or may not one day open a gastropub deserve so much ill will?
What is it about them that bothers you so much?
From what I can see, nothing. Did they run over your cat? Did they make fun of your hair? Did they take away your rights?
Hipsters are (sometimes) our city’s thinkers, innovators, movers and shakers. They may grow up to open a mustache-themed restaurant, or they may grow up to invent a smartphone app that donates money to starving children. They may sit around cafes for no apparent reason with holes in their jeans, or they may start a fair trade clothing line out of the back of their garage. They may be the ones to fight against old buildings being torn down, they may be the young person voting, they may be the one who actually concerns themselves with listening to NPR and the news and they’re probably the ones shopping locally and humanely.
We all have different definitions of the word hipster and the one I have really isn’t that bad (though I do enjoy making fun of people who wear frumpy vintage rompers). I don’t see where suggesting that a non-conforming young person is stupid or wrong is very conducive.
I’ll probably never stop writing about hipsters because people love hearing and talking about them.
And if you’re rolling your eyes at this post, I guess I’ve proved my point.