As my friend Maya and I were laughing over the pitch-perfect captions on Unhappy Hipsters, I wondered how Dwell Magazine (where most of the photos come from) could not know that they were selling people images of emotional isolation. “How can they believe this lifestyle is something lust-worthy?” I asked. Or was Dwell actually deconstructing modern life with a sly wink, and Unhappy Hipsters just happened to be in on the joke?
“I don’t think so,” said Maya. “I think it’s hip to be sad.”
Which blew my mind a little.
I mean, I know we’re still swimming in a post-grunge culture. I know “fun” died with the ’80s, and that I shouldn’t be surprised when depression becomes a national pastime. But maybe that’s why I was so startled by this possibility.
I always thought hipsters were supposed to be counter-culture.
If so, what are they doing spending all their time being navel-gazing fucks? That’s what the rest of the world is doing! When the word of the day is emotional desolation, shouldn’t hipsters be the ones having dirty, sexy, colorful, senses-shattering, mouth-watering, eye-boggling fun? How else are we supposed to know what the mainstream is doing wrong?
Or is self-fascination the kind of cultural black hole you just can’t pull back from? Did the hipsters go too far, with their wheels greased by decades of Nirvana, The Killers and The Cure, to be able to switch gears and head towards the light? Have we lost our anti-establishment bellwether to the seductive embrace of Room & Board?
If so, we might be really fucked.
Dig this blog? Subscribe and you’ll never miss a witty insight again.
Tags: America, bullshit, perception, pop culture, Sociology
-
Whitney
-
Evan
-
Katrina Miller
-
x_fairy_x





