I actually finished a story today. Okay that was a lie. I didn’t finish the whole story, that seems like a daunting task. But I finished a section of a story. An entire three pages! That’s crazy. I honestly haven’t written or finished anything in so long that this is a proud accomplishment. Instead of just leaving off mid-sentence and having the document glare at me every time I look at my desktop I know have something to work with and work from. The story is going somewhere! Characters are starting to develop. The plot is going somewhere (eventually)! I’m excited. Maybe I’ll actually flesh out an entire short story…but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I finished three pages. Baby steps. 

Hipster is a word whose definition is almost as confusing and vague as the subculture it describes. If you were to ask someone today to define it you’d get a lot of different answers. Despite this, the word still conjures up a certain image in the mind: hole-in-the-wall dive bars with obscure music blaring and the scent of nicotine and irony thick in the air. Whose patrons are throngs of twenty-somethings who put far too much effort into looking like they put no effort in their appearance. Throughout its history “hipster” has gone through several different definitions and contexts, each very different from the last yet vaguely connected through the history of counter culture and rejecting the mainstream in America. These “hipsters” will scoff at the mention of the term and vehemently deny it, and yet in their denial they are classified as such by their accusers. It is a perplexing Catch-22. That is part of what makes the word so interes ting to analyze. Hipster has been around for seventy years and yet is coming up everywhere now, returning with a vengeance, in the media and pop culture. Hipsters and their intricacies promise not to leave our consciousness for a long time to come, although that is exactly what they don’t want. 

Thoughts?