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Thanks for posting this Alias.
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yeah, i always just called ‘em fashionistas
and i, knowing some fashionista types
and being a total bitch
go to their parties and break sulfur phials
then I scream and run out and find myself escorted to the next party by one privileged fashionista or the other, trying so blasely to look at my ass… then i sulfur bomb the next mausoleum, run out, and whine, “Who is the fucking kill joy?”
so another too cool for anything but literary criticism fashionista boy takes me to the next venue…
but i have failed to stop the fashionista/hipster scene
guess i need to use fire
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oh yeah, thank God i gave up my adbusters habit a few years back
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I still check out Adbusters but with much less regularity.
It is kinda funny that the majority of my friends are hipsters (some admit it proudly) with the majority actually doing some cool stuff besides wearing white sunglasses and taking pictures with their holga snappers.
The debate over the merits / cancer of “hipsterdom” is just so much fun…
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There’s nothing wrong with Holga cameras.
:(
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Interesting article, but many of the hipster flashpoints have always seemed trendy and mainstream to me. Big sunglasses and skinny jeans I noticed first on folks with gobs of money – either just for their age bracket or on celebrities. What the article terms as subcultures or countercultures seem to me to be things that came from the bottom before being co-opted by the middle. Here are things coming from the upper class and mimicked by the middle.
The keffeyah thing too – I saw them on lefty/hippy kids in university, then hardly at all outside of that, then on celebrity rags at the supermarket checkout, and now worn everywhere with seemingly no statement attached. (A pal of mine takes one snowboarding because it’s warm and it breathes better than wool or fleece. He’s being practical, not hipster, and I dig on practical.)
Is this even particularly new in the grand scheme? The party people taking cues from the rich and priveleged?
I might be out of touch… But that’s just the way I saw this all going down.
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HAHAHA great read.
“But after punk was plasticized and hip hop lost its impetus for social change, all of the formerly dominant streams of “counter-culture” have merged together.”
sadly true. Ohhh hip hop how i miss you.
“The dance floor at a hipster party looks like it should be surrounded by quotation marks. While punk, disco and hip hop all had immersive, intimate and energetic dance styles that liberated the dancer from his/her mental states – be it the head-spinning b-boy or violent thrashings of a live punk show – the hipster has more of a joke dance. A faux shrug shuffle that mocks the very idea of dancing or, at its best, illustrates a non-committal fear of expression typified in a weird twitch/ironic twist. The dancers are too self-aware to let themselves feel any form of liberation; they shuffle along, shrugging themselves into oblivion.”
“We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us.”
Home Run, hit the nail on the head, bullseye… any cliche you want to use this article nails it!
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oh man i have no idea what this about. i think maybe some of my friends here in denver are hipsters… we used to skateboard then they got girlfriends, tight jeans and 80 dollar girl haircuts… and they listen to death cab for cutie… does that make me lame by association? fahk! im so concerned about how adbusters percieves my stilo…
what do i do? what do i wear? can i still admit i was front row at the faint concert? validate my alternativeness, dammit!
fuck style. i was wearing girl jeans and sporting a blackeye in 2003. everyone else is a poser.
regardless, some emo music is fun and PBR on tap for 50 cents at Sputniks cant be fucked with. that shit got me some good action back in the day. i love them little rich girls tryin to act like gutter sluts… at least until they wake up the next day and expect you to buy em latte an breakfast.
huh?
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The dance floor at a hipster party looks like it should be surrounded by quotation marks. While punk, disco and hip hop all had immersive, intimate and energetic dance styles that liberated the dancer from his/her mental states – be it the head-spinning b-boy or violent thrashings of a live punk show – the hipster has more of a joke dance. A faux shrug shuffle that mocks the very idea of dancing or, at its best, illustrates a non-committal fear of expression typified in a weird twitch/ironic twist. The dancers are too self-aware to let themselves feel any form of liberation; they shuffle along, shrugging themselves into oblivion.
Thats what booze is for.
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really, if you find yourself on a hipster dance floor, just start moshing really aggressively… bring back punk spikes too!
it is so funny feeling effite hipser wankers trying to stop/slow down a true slam dance monster with their limp unworking wrists
palm to the nose, fingers to the throat, and when the big strong ass monkey decides to put a stop to merry unmaking, finger to the eye and nutz sky high
thank God I am old enough to have grown up in Ramones and Ministry concerts (Ministry, now there were some kewl kweerz) to prepare me for hipster anihilation… I think I took out Anthony at a ‘party’ once… heard him bleating about how he should call the cops on that drugged out bitch later as he nursed his precious face… ‘course i was not drugged, just the internal kitchen i got on demand… lucky i did not snuff his tiny light that night… but he did not call the po-po, so i let it go… where the fuck was that? the cooler? the bank? shit i got no memory for insignificant urban detail…
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the adbuster article itself was really just a sort of metamockery: a moopy hipster mag complaining about how mainstream and unoriginal the alternative scene has become. i imagine the article’s author crouched in the back of a hipster bar chain smoking and glaring at a crowd enjoying a show writing the piece sippin on a budweiser like “yeah bitches, this aint no PBR.”
hey adbusters, sorry yer suddenly too kewl for emo rock and PBR. if culture sux so much why not try an do somethin’ bout it instead of dissin cheap beer and goofy 20 somethings? maybe if you pull yer uber counterculture head out yer ass you’d notice some pretty fuckin good shit happening.
damn johanna, you’re pretty kinky – all pokin an beatin on peeple. when are you going to take me out on a friggen date? i got wasted with sir spencer moody at the rumba in denver when he was guest dj.
it was beautiful sad – just me an taylor buying him drinks like “yeah, nobody here knows who you are but us man… dude, when are you going to put something new out?”
maybe its just that all human culture is wack…
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Alias’ first line said it all
Adbusters has decided to cannibalize their primary target audience.
Liv… realy, could you handle it?

just kidding perv doper

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hey that girl with the cron leafs, i just seen that pic today in my fantasy league. does that make me a hipster. i’ve never wore makeup or girls clothes, and i haven’t tried to cut myself. CUZ I DONT HAVE THE BALLS! for the record emo rock that shits weak. and busch lights the best damn dirty 30 you can get. falstaff thats a beer
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Yes!
My neighborhood has been invaded by hipsters. They are the most self-absorbed, pretentious jackasses in the history of mankind.
They are the worst musicians the world has ever seen. They wouldn’t know art if it ran up and un-rolled their pants leg.
Die hipster scum.
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To be fair, I know some pretty talented artists who walk the hipster walk, but yeah sentiments are echoed
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