Let’s get this one out in the open right now. I’m not a hipster. I don’t listen to indie music, I’m only pretentious about singing (and even then… yeah I’m pretentious about singing), and I think things are cool even though I didn’t hear of them first. I don’t wear Ray Ban glasses (although mine are black plastic frames, they’re by tempo), and my wardrobe does not consist of things that were bought to look secondhand.
That being said, my best friend is a hipster. She’s a HUGE HIPSTER. In fact, a lot of my friends are. Kids who don’t really care about fitting in and kids who are obsessed with the idea of not fitting in and being as indie as possible, well, we must gravitate to one another somehow.
So today I dressed up as a hipster. Some high-waisted straight-leg jeans, knockoff converse, black tank top, layered necklaces, white men’s button down with the sleeves rolled up, hair kind of skuzzy looking and no makeup, with a UB beanie over my hair.. I’m also wearing my glasses rather than contacts today. And I carried a messenger bag (like all the cool kids do, mine has Strong Bad on it!).
Well, being a hipster is fun. But it certainly isn’t for me. Although I was comfortable, I didn’t really enjoy the feeling of having my sleeves unroll of my shirt get all slouchy. That being said, I may dress up as a hipster more often. A hipster boy, that is. XD
Unfortunately, I now want to listen to obscure indie music and all my indie friends are busy right now. Oh well!
(Confession: I do read something positive. XD)