Recently, I offered a friend with some health issues a second batch of homemade kombucha. She said thanks but no thanks. She enjoyed the first batch I gave her (along with some serious diarrhea), but she wasn’t interested in more because it’s a “hipster thing.” I asked what the term hipster meant, and my friend laughed. She looked at my teenage daughter and said, “you know what I mean, right?” My daughter laughed, too.
Thankfully, Google led me to a blog that listed several characteristics of a hipster. The blog begins with the Urban Dictionary’s definition:
“Hipsters are a subculture of men and women typically in their 20s and 30s that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter.”
I’m definitely not in the age range. I do value independent thinking. If what they mean by counter-culture is choosing to live beyond the American Dream, then, yes, that’s me. I have a strong distaste for politics. Is that progressive? I appreciate art because I’m not artistic. Creative, but definitely not “artsy.” I don’t even know what indie-rock is, and witty banter sounds like a funky paint color to me.
Apparently hipsters have a unique way of dressing. I was voted Most Uniquely Dressed in high school, but I don’t think my typical work-from-home garb of jeans, t-shirts and Under Armour hoodies fits the definition of hipster style.
If mainstream incorporates contemporary major trends and conventional thinking, I consider myself in that category. If I was a hipster, I guess I’d be touting kombucha before the rest of the world embraced it. Or claiming to be the first person to ever make bone broth for gut health. Or liking a weird movie from a film festival that no one ever heard of before. Not me. Trying to like stuff before everyone else doesn’t shape my identity.
If posting a picture of my seriously awesome meal grown in my backyard is considered bragging in hipster style, yeah, that’s me. I’m not sure when it became “cool” to be vegan, but I didn’t think it was an identity. I thought people sharing delicious vegan recipes inspired others to consider alternative diets that could have a seriously positive impact on wellness. What do we call people who “brag” about a thick juicy steak?
According to the blog I read, “they [hipsters] don’t have Facebook, Twitter or any other form of mainstream media outlets. They only post on their obscure blog that you always hear about because of their bragging issues. They’re also super weird about you posting things without their consent. They occasionally post artsy pictures onto Instagram, but only if they involve music, their outfits, fancy coffee drinks, or art. They most likely avoid anything that will show too much of their lives. Everything they post has a purpose. Or at least that’s what they tell people.”
Guilty. Try being a victim of bullying, including cyber bullying, and then let me know if you think I should keep personal Facebook and Twitter accounts. My personal life has a purpose to me, and it’s not for the rest of the world to see. Learn from my mistakes, experiences, relationships and choices but only in the context of a purposely written story or observations in person. A picture of me in a certain place doing a certain activity can easily be misunderstood and cause more harm than good. Yes, I’m a hipster when it comes to social media. Enjoy my “obscure blog.”
As far as my usual hangouts are concerned, you can find me in the comfort of my home or outdoors in nature whenever I’m not tied to the demands of work. I cannot recommend the “best” places to eat or obscure coffee shops because I’m a big proponent of home grown and homemade. Oh, maybe that’s hipster after all since “do it for me” convenience food is now mainstream.
Whether I’m a hipster or not really doesn’t matter to me as much as being called a liar, cheater, predator, bully or jerk. In the end, I am one of God’s children–the only label, and more importantly, identity that I care about. If my eating choices, style and interaction with other people reflect God’s qualities, then you can call me whatever you want. I won’t be offended.
©Room2GrowGarden.com, March 6, 2018