Stuff Hipsters Hate: A Field Guide to the Passionate Opinions of the Indifferent
By Brenna Ehrlich and Andrea Bartz
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From the dive bars of Brooklyn's Williamsburg to the dirty alleys of San Francisco's Mission, the urban hipster has redefined American cool with a sighing disdain for everything mainstream. Hipsters are easily identified by their worn-out shoes, fixies and PBR tallboys, but until now no one had investigated beyond the hipster look to the even more hilarious hipster psyche. With personally researched articles, revealing illustrations and helpful charts and graphs, Stuff Hipsters Hate exposes the bottomless well of impassioned scorn that motivates the ever-apathetic hipster, including:
lMATING AND SOCIAL HATES
♠ buying you a drink
♠ monogamy
♠ texting back in a timely fashion
APPAREL AND GROOMING HATES
♠ high heels
♠ muscles
♠ being asked about their tattoos
WORK AND LIFE HATES
♠ full-time jobs
♠ knowing their bank balance
♠ enthusiasm
“Wickedly Funny” –The Frisky
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Stuff Hipsters Hate - Brenna Ehrlich
CHAPTER 1
MATING
[CASE STUDY]
Margaret J. is your average hipster girl. She works in publishing, edits a Brooklyn ’zine and, in her spare time, sells vintage clothing on Etsy. Ben Z. is your average hipster boy. He bartends on Tuesdays and Thursdays, shelves books at the independent bookstore on Mondays and Wednesdays, and, in his spare time, practices with his band, Torture My Heart With Your Cruelty. The pair met at a friend’s loft party after Margaret spilled her Bud Light Lime all over Ben’s raw denim skinny jeans and called herself a fucking train wreck.
After three weeks of hanging out
(i.e., getting drunk at local watering holes, taking aimless walks at 2 a.m. and consummating their relationship on Ben’s air mattress), Ben has ceased to contact Margaret. Consequently, Margaret has begun writing copious amounts of angsty poetry, whilst Ben has penned no fewer than three new guitar licks for his band’s first big single (they can feel it,
he says), I Put the Vacancy Sign up on My Heart.
The hipster dating philosophy is a complicated dance of well-practiced moves (one step forward yields seven steps back), a power battle⁵ that ultimately results in one party collapsing from exhaustion while the other matches his/her rhythm to that of a different partner. The key to coming out of the fray unscathed is to cut and run before he/she decides you don’t make the cut.
Why the need to turn love into a battlefield? Basically, the self-sabotaging gene is welded into the hipster’s DNA. In mythical terms, hipsters are the unicorns—too busy playing in the sunshine to get on the motherfucking ark. While most creatures adhere to the Darwinian drive to maximize the success of their genetic material, the hipsters’ mating dance is decidedly less straightforward than others’ (see: clean-cut bros shamelessly peacocking⁶ to earn a ticket into the female’s bed), but, shockingly, no less successful (i.e., they get laid). [See Figure 1.]
002Figure 1: Ask-Out Success
Hipster females approach the males, focusing their attention on the tallest and skinniest specimens, pale creatures whose spindly legs barely support their concave chests. The males act aloof, steadfastly refuse to offer the female any form of sustenance and (much like the choosy females of most known species) bypass opportunity after opportunity to mate, delaying copulation until their partner initiates it. And, in the days following roughly the third encounter, one of the pair proceeds to ghost.
If pressed to explain his/her actions, the ghoster cites illness, fear of his/her oh-so-intense emotions or a potent (albeit anachronistic) case of melancholia. In the end, hipsters seek a mate not to bear offspring, but to produce drama, angst and, if they are artistically inclined (as most are), countless albums, paintings and books. [See Figure 2.]
Figure 2: Quality of Work vs. Artists’ Mental Health
APPROACHING GIRLS IN BARS
004ART: Dude, that girl over there is killing me right now.
LARSON: Which one?
ART: The chick with the asymmetrical haircut and the librarian glasses.
LARSON: Which one?
ART: The one in the red romper.
LARSON: Aw, shit, man. She’s hot. You should, like, go ask her what she’s reading right now or something.
ART: No way, man. I never go up to girls in bars. That’s not my style.
LARSON: How do you ever meet girls, then?
ART: They come up to me.
LARSON: No lie?
ART: Yeah. Totally. I figure a lady is only worth my time if she has the stones to hit me up.
LARSON: That’s deep, man.
ART: Well, I’m pretty sensitive. I think it’s because I’m a Libra.
BUYING YOU A DRINK
005The conversation’s going well. Filled with scorn for the other patrons of Royal Joke (excuse me, Royal Oak), you lean on the bar and impress him with your knowledge of late ’80s post-hardcore punk rock (Oh, so you guys sort of sound like Fugazi?
) and your excellent taste in film ("Yeah, Clockwork Orange has been my favorite movie since I was about 14…oh, I know, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is the most fucking annoying movie ever made.") But despite his intention to bring you home later (a decision he came to, like, an hour ago), dude isn’t going to buy you a drink.
He’ll conveniently excuse himself to visit the restroom when your whiskey-soda gets low, watching carefully from the shadowy corner so he can return when you’ve already put away your wallet. Or he’ll just continue talking, shooting glances around the bar but refusing to let his eyes rest on your empty Hoegaarden. Unless you’re on an actual date, he’s as likely to spend money on you as he is to choose Livin’ on a Prayer
on the jukebox. (And let’s be honest, if you are on a date you’re probably sneaking into a chained-off part of Coney Island at one in the morning, and at best he’s kindly letting you take pulls of Jim Beam from his flask.)
Oh, and he probs won’t pay for the cab home, either. He may even jump out and strut over to open your door, making like a gentleman while simultaneously leaving you to deal with the blinking meter. This isn’t about his complete lack of financial resources. It’s because he’s a feminist. The 21st century is all about equality, babe.
TRADITIONAL FLIRTING
006Although hipster boys thrive, subsist and fuel their already horrifically engorged egos (haha, you totally thought I was going to say something else) with that sweet, sweet manna known as praise, a tried-and-true method of snagging an h-boy’s interest is a carefully chosen insult. The neg
is not a new concept (I think that dude Mystery pretty much cornered the market on the little sadistic gem), but using the technique on XYers totally is. You see, the hipster dating scene is a topsy-turvy zone. It’s the realm on the other side of the fucking mirror. In short: Hipster dudes are kinda, well, hot girls.
Such girls are wholly secure in their hotness (at least they appear to be), so when someone questions their status as beings of superior nature, they are subsequently intrigued. The same goes for hipster boys. While these geniuses
appear to be completely confident in their ability to impress their compatriots with their sick keyboarding, lyrical stylings or ability to finger paint like a child, inside, they are basically insecure little boys who—in reality— couldn’t get anywhere near a lady’s lips until age 20. Drop a carefully chosen honesty bomb around one of these preening Peter Pans and I guarantee he will be intrigued. You will instantly become: different,
not a bullshitter
or real,
a litany of adjectives that a hipster boy is constantly seeking in a mate.
If you would like to test out the above concept at your local watering hole this weekend, the authors suggest the following methods:
COMMENTING ON HIS APPAREL
Being a hipster, the man in question will most likely be sporting something ridiculous/unnecessary, making it easy to call him out. However, be careful not to outright insult the dude (i.e., Does your designated driver roll in a blue bus? Because you look retarded.
).
Example:
To a dude wearing wayfarers inside—Why are you wearing sunglasses at night?
Such a question is not, by nature, cruel or insulting, but it begs an explanation that will most likely lead to more in-depth conversation:
"Oh, I just rolled in from San Francisco six hours ago to promote my sustainable fashion magazine, Fashion and Fucking, and I haven’t had time to change. Do you like fu- … fashion?"
CORRECTING HIM OR CALLING HIM OUT ON SOMETHING NONSENSICAL HE SAYS
Hipsters are used to people hanging on their every intellectual word. If you show a dude that you’re listening—really listening—to all the stupid bullshit that he’s inevitably spouting, he will be intrigued. He will also think you’re smart.
Which will be refreshing
until he realizes that you’re probably smarter than