What’s a ‘hipster’?
My daughter replied, “You’re a hipster, Dad.”
That’s impossible.
I don’t know what they are.
“Right. Hipsters often don’t know what a hipster is.”
That doesn’t answer my question.
“If something is really popular, a hipster doesn’t like it.”
I don’t do that!
“You TOTALLY do that!”
I don’t dislike popular things because they’re popular!
I dislike them because they’re stupid.
“Right. Hipster!”
That’s ridiculous!
I don’t want to be a hipster.
“Hipsters always say that.”
Now you’re just messing with me.
“I’m not! True hipsters refuse to admit that they’re hipsters.”
“Because hipsters are popular, real hipsters can’t stand them.”
But hipsters are supposed to be cool.
“They are cool. But not INTENTIONALLY.”
…huh?
“When someone tries to be a hipster, they’re not a hipster.”
“They’re posers.”
And that’s bad.
“Posers aren’t hipsters.”
“They pretend not to care about popularity so they’ll be more popular.”
Does it work?
“Yes.”
But it’s not real!
It’s a meaningless charade!
“Spoken like a true hipster, Dad.”
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Time to buy a fedora, scarf and some ironic glasses.
Ironically, I already have the glasses. They are prescription. The fedora would be left somewhere, probably the overhead bin of an airplane. As for the scarf, I would only wear it if I’m given an opportunity to ride in the rear seat of a bi-plane.
I was cool … until I got stepdaughters. When you have kids, they don’t want cool parents. Too much rivalry, I guess.
Children aren’t reliable determiners of parental coolness. You should seek another opinion before you give up completely.
No, I’ve continued blithely on. Nice shirt, by the way.
I’d reply that I was a hipster too, but that would immediately nullify me as a hipster.
You understand perfectly.