is one of the greatest and truest articles I've read in regards to Western youth culture.
"An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning."
It's so true that, as young people, in our desperate grasping for authenticity we've forgotten completely how to even be responsible
for authenticity to begin with.
One half of me wanted to go to New York and dip my feet hedonistically into the glittery cesspools of vain, apathetic, ironic, shallow debauchery; to rub elbows with the kids who make uncool into anti-cool into too-cool-for-your-shit.
The other half of me, which I'm working on turning into a whole, wants absolutely nothing to do with it. I want to be my own person who likes my own things and doesn't need to wear or do or say certain things in order to receive approving looks from the cool kids who are slaves to being ironically uncool.
I'll be the first to admit that that shit looks like so much fun, and I probably won't be above the grungy club or party or two.
But I want to make an effort right now to not let myself feel bad because I'm not working hard enough to keep up with the apathetic aesthetic of the ubiquitous New York hipster crowd... They're almost amusing, and when I can move beyond the superficial vibes of inferiority they give me, and look at them for they way they really are, I have to wonder what they'd think if they could see themselves.... "I'm fuckin radsy stat." ughhh.
post script: WHY is everyone so mean and jaded and negative and yucky. (read the comments on that article to see what I'm talking about.)
post post script: Zizek is fascinating but a little scary, in that it makes me feel SO dumb.