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Die hipster die [Dec. 23rd, 2008|09:25 pm]
Rejects from the Junior Libertarian Squad


Hi... I just joined this evening because especially with the recession/depression/WHATEVER this fucked up economy is, I need some classism therapy. It all started when I was born to a Libertarian father...

No, we won't go into that.

I have no particular links to share right away but can I please get a show of hands for who wants to punch hipster chic in the goddamn face? I'm at a liberal arts college in NY where 75% of the population appears to be from Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and every last one of them seems to think it's the pinnacle of fashion sense and intellectual culture to "ironically" dress like they're poor. Trucker hat, shitty beer... look, you probably know the drill. I'm just so fucking sick of it. I'm not about to say that they're dressing and behaving "trashy" because that would be pretty classist in and of itself, but it's the lame, lame joke of it that winds me up. Oh wow, your Facebook interests include "thrift stores!" Yeah, it's not like some people actually go there because they don't have a choice. Good job.

[User Picture]From: yesaffirmative
2008-12-24 04:02 pm (UTC)
Eh, the trucker hats and Pabst and thrift store shopping doesn't really bother me that much.

What bothers me is the oddly pervasive idea that to really be an ARTIST you must live in chosen poverty and are "selling out" if you successfully make money at your art. I'm a writer who grew up on food stamps and WIC and am now damned happy to be making a remarkably good living doing what I love to do. My little half brother grew up middle/upper middle class, is a musician and graphic artist, and acts like there's something wrong with my ambition and that there's a magical purity and wonder to living in a hovel with no food in your fridge (but with, it's worth noting, 1969 brand Gap jeans on your behind).


Call me crazy, but I have a hard time believing that anybody who actually grew up poor buys the purity of the starving artiste aesthetic. We're all just fine being a little bougie, thanks.
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