Attack of the Clones

"Hipster complains about the pain of being said hipster in an ad office:

I live in an ungentrified neighborhood of Brooklyn. I dress way too arty for anyone not involved in high fashion or living off a trust fund. I write too much poetry. My favorite bands are something like Sonic Youth, Too Short, Sade, and The Dead Boys. All this isn’t obscure by ‘blog standards,’ but it starts to seem a little insane when you’re face to face at the water cooler with a guy ten years your senior who wants to talk about the new Arcade Fire Album, in a warm, questioning tone. I’m too cool for school. I know it. I try not to rub it in people’s faces. There are so many faces. So much rubbing can happen.

Dude responds:

What’s really difficult is being cool in a world filled with these shitheads who think they’re Mike Seaver because they downloaded Billboard Top 100 Hits of 1994 and moved up from writing Brand New lyrics on their livejournal to doing ink sketches of the Dirty Projectors in their moleskines. I get the sardonicism, but thinking you’re cooler than the old guy at work who cuts your check is about as fresh as the wonderbread in the Voltron luncbox you lug to your cubicle every day.

While we’re at at, walking around Brooklyn as a “Neu-Masculine,” dressing like an effete lumberjack (in Japanese denim and wool) and buying moustache wax from an apothecary while exaggerating the extant that your mid-west upbringing ingratiated football and brown liquor to you isn’t fooling anyone, you’re what Hot Topic will be selling next year." Read More