Since about twenty minutes ago, I have a new favorite blog: How to Impress a Hipster. This blog highlights movies, bands, artists, and other cultural ephemera and explains why hipsters are obsessed with them. As I scanned the posts, a growing sense of recognition (and attendant dread) filled my heart. It’s as if this blogger had broken into my home and rifled through my DVD collection and iTunes playlist. Does he mention Blade Runner? Check. Danny Boyle? Check again. Portishead? Big fat check. I have a feeling that entries on Kate Bush, Haruki Murakami, and granny eyeglasses aren’t far behind.
And this is what the anonymous blogger had to say about blogs:
Can a hipster really have a blog and still be a hipster?
A blog is like a beret, not cool unless you convince everyone around you that it is.
It should surprise absolutely none of you that I own a beret.
If a person looks like the person (a woman I think, I really doubt)) second from left in the entry titled Bauhaus, one doesn’t need any other characteristic like being a snob or a hipster or an intelligent , well-informed, witty person!
Looking that good must be more than enough!
fucking hipster! đŸ˜‰
…and your blog IS cool.