Filed under: diatribes | Tags: high school, hip, hipster, Mark Edmunsdon, pretension, urban outfitters
I have come to realize that I hate hip.
Not in the way that you say you hate something so you don’t have to face the fact that you actually want to be it secretly because you think it’s cool. I actually hate it. Honestly. Hip is like cool’s younger sibling. Where cool is exuberant and self-assured, hip is mangy and intensely self-aware, just trying to stay in cool’s good graces. Like the high school geek finally let into the cool kids’ club, hip is infinitely more cruel to those on the outside than cool would ever feel compelled to be (kinda like how the sophomore frat boys always haze the freshman the hardest, the seniors don’t really care). If hip ever started to be uncool (and by this I do mean unmarketable) the hipsters will be the first ones to publicly denounce it and jump ship to a new genre.
