A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUCEMENT.

THE DEATH OF THE HIPSTER; THE EMERGENCE OF HIP:

We got to cool it with this hipster shit. I swear Chevron created the term and pushed into mainstream media for us to pick up and run with. The reality of it is that all of us are “hipsters.” A hipster has a negative conotation because we’ve attached a bunch of random characteristics to a label that didn’t even exist two years ago. It really doesn’t matter what kind of music you listen to, what kind of bike you ride, or how your jeans fit. It’s so damn arbitrary. However, I must admit, there are those who give fire to the term. They’re the poo putts of the world. You can’t hate on them though, because as Case always says, “Everyone poops…” Simply meaning NO ONE, is THAT fly(Feelin Like Yourself), always, we all do some shit that even if it seems tight in the moment will turn into a poo move in retrospect.

So we gotta chill with the labeling. We gotta chill out on not doing something, because we’re conscious of how other people will think of it. That’s a fabrication of the mind that is NOT rooted in reality.
So let me offer this idea instead. I don’t think the term hipster exists. Like I said, I think Chevron created it to get people to not ride bikes and keep on driving cars. But the hipster ideology is floppin. I would argue that we are not hipsters, in actuality we’re just hip. Hip as fuck. Devastatingly hip. Viciously and at the same time gloriously, hip. So hip they have to think of another term to label us. We instinctively know what’s hot and what’s not, and have a consciousness about life, the media and our culture that is unparalleled. I mean come on, my mom is up on Drizzy! Tom’s mom fucks with Kanye. It’s bad. There will always be people trying to label us and force us to stay in one lane when we’re really trying to swerve. But I think the key is to embrace our individuality, and do what we feel is right. Lunch time. (not my words.)