Sunday, March 1, 2009

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I noticed that I did not include any hipster musings in the previous post.

The whole post was hipster. From driving at night to smoking to writing poetry to the clothes on my body. Hipster.

So I dress hipster and I act hipster. My music is not hipster. No, I am listening to the Dresden Dolls right now, which is too mainstream to be hipster. I'm sure someone out there reading this has heard of them. And my speech is not hipster. Well, save those times I say "deck." I don't read hipster magazines or hipster websites. I do dig hipster literature. If you believe that my literature, dress, and activities are enough to define me as hipster, and not the things that most often define others as hipster (referring boldly to music choices), then yeah, I'm hipster. But I am not so sure that these three aspects truly define me as hipster. I don't feel hipster on the inside, but my outside says different. What does it feel like to be hipster?

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