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| quote: | Originally posted by sweetcaroline
I admit it. In the late 90's, I used to be a hipster. Lived in what was considered on of the trendiest neighborhoods in the US-- Wicker Park, Chicago. At least the magazines said it was hip. I was marginally employed, had a boyfriend in three indie bands (one band was not enough for his talent), and was bored to death.
During that era I got high everyday, listened to obscure records, shopped at thrift stores, people watched, and bemoaned the overrunning of my neighborhood with yuppie types. The key to being a hipster is that you have to look down on somebody. Mostly I looked down on other hipsters and hated myself in a way.
I suppose the story has a happy ending... I quit drugging, broke up with the beautiful but alcoholic boyfriend, and moved to a place not remotely hipsterish...Philadelphia suburbs. When I mention U.S. Maple, Big Star or Modern Lovers, people say who? Instead of thrift stores, I pop into Old Navy b/c its more convenient. Go see movies like Iron Man instead of renting the latest Jim Jarmusch film. Rarely listen to bands live b/c I quit my 2 pack a day cigarette habit and I don't want to inhale second hand smoke.
Wow, I am living the dream as a former hipster. I think I'll drink some milk and go to bed early.
--Caroline (still wearing my horn rimmed glasses) |
This is classic. Thank you for sharing Caroline.
Edit: and yes, Wicker Park is still where all the hipster kids spawn
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Last edited by Ben Brown on Aug-20-2008 at 19:38
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