critical hipster appears on scene.
February 21, 2003 03:36 PM
I was on the Metro with my parents after Christmas looking askance at my non-urban Mother's exuberance about the ease and excitement of riding an underground train when I realized it.
I am a critical hipster.
I'm one of those people who actually do slightly look down on anyone who wears running shoes or sweatpants outside the context of a workout. I'm not mainstream fashionable, and certainly not mainstream attractive, but there's a small part of me that overanalyzes every shallow detail and pronounces it yes or no.
Of course, critical hipster in the context of my experience means that Margaret Cho is a yes and The Gap is a no. It's quirky. But it is, while humorous, undeniably critical.
In any case. I'm introducing a new category into the ironically not daily blog: critical hipster. It's for all these snitty little pronouncements of style that I, your arbiter elegentia, would make all the time - if only I knew I wouldn't be taken seriously, that you wouldn't think I was actually looking askance at you. It's not like I'm the penultimate of cool, after all.
So. Take this all with a teaspoon of salt, mixed with a glass of hot water and gargled till your throat feels all warm and coated.
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but being looked at all askance-like is a vital part of critical hipsterness. heh, you'd probably look askance at me and my concept of "style" until your eyes fell out.
these are the thoughts of eris on February 23, 2003 06:23 PM
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