|ashtar. - 2015-07-04 |
Hey, you know what would be fun? Let's argue about the meaning of the word hipster!
C'mon, you know it's fucking inevitable.
Sanest Man Alive
Look we'll settle this right now. Check the Player's Handbook and Monster Manual, see what they say about hipsters.
DAMMIT. I was going to talk about the meaning of the word hipster, but you've done it first, and if I talked about it NOW, I'd just be a follower!
God, the only thing that gets me madder than hipsters talking about how much they hate hipsters, is hipsters ironically mocking the way hipsters argue over the meaning of the word "hipster", as if they (the ironic hipster-hating hipsters) are far too hip to even DISCUSS hipsters!!! Ugh. I hate hipsters so much.
I don't care about the meaning of the word "hipster" but I do think that making fun of "hipsters" has been done to death and at this point it's on the level of "what's the deal with airline food?" laziness.
Airline food is hipsters
I like Airline food ironically.
See, Hooker, the problem is that hipsters beget hipsters. You cannot fight hipsters without becoming one yourself. The battle, once joined, is perpetual and never-ending. It feeds on itself, and grows, ever-larger, ever more consuming, a self-fueling cycle of snark and aloofness.
At some point, we must break the chain! The war must end.
Yes, they are the most infuriating people on the planet. This is a given. But we are them, and there is no cure to be found through fighting ourselves.
But personally I don't take offense to the word the way I did other words: when I first went to Wisconsin I got called faggot a lot because of the way I dressed. And straight or gay, that word is offensive and people have died because of it. And I work in the projects and everybody calls me their nigger. That still offends me even though I'm white. But Hipster doesn't offend me anymore than being called a nerd would, you know, if I knew math and computers.
I am a hipster. I am aware that I am a hipster. Yet, a hipster cannot know he is a hipster, for that is the paradox of hipsterdom.
I exist, yet I exist not.
>> Yet, a hipster cannot know he is a hipster, for that is the paradox of hipsterdom.
No, I disagree with this. A hipster CAN know that he is a hipster, and the knowing helps assuage his pain.
The hipster-curse is similar to the traditional Christian conception of sin and damnation. According to Christianity, man is inherently sinful. The goal of the Christian is not to be a perfect innocent, but to recognize one's own flawed nature, and to take active steps to mitigate the influence of sin over one's life.
So too with the hipster. As soon as one is bitten, one falls irrevocably into hipsterism. But by recognizing one's own flawed nature, the penitent hipster can seek forgiveness and spiritual rebirth!
Hey, hipsters are way cooler than libertarians, so that's something to feel great about.
I find it hilarious that anger towards hipsters has arrived at "I'm so past hating hipsters" in record time.
They're still about the most infuriating people on the planet."
"Hipster" in its current definition (allowing for changes in fashion and economics) has been around since AT LEAST the late 1950s.
If upper-middle class fashion poseurs are the most infuriating people on the planet in your experience then I envy your life!
I'm still unable to track down a digital version of the interview where Jerry Garcia actually talks about the DEFINITION of "hipster" ca. 1960/61. There are plenty of interviews and songs where he used the word, but his definition was great.
It was something along the lines of "a guy who comes into a coffeehouse every day wearing a turtleneck sweater and carrying an unread copy of Howl under his arm hoping to pick up "beatnik" girls." So essentially the same as today, except that the Internet has armed them with more information and the decline of the middle class means they're probably from even wealthier backgrounds than before.
That said, when most people use it they really mean "someone who knows more about something than I do," which is part of the reason it has become a useless term.
"Angelheaded hipster" is right there in Howl.
Everyone that ever existed in history or ever shall exist up to and beyond the death of the universe is a hipster, absolutely regardless to whatever hipster bullshit they believe exempts them from that.
|baleen - 2015-07-04 |
Waaah I never got invited to parties.
This jibes with my experience.
"Portlandia? Fuck that show!"
-a friend of mine who had probably been to more parties by her 21st birthday than most people see in their entire lives (which is not necessarily a good thing).
one of the guys in the credits of portlandia was my drug dealer and he was quite the party person.
Out of everything ever floated on PoeTV, perhaps the silliest was the idea that only hipster have social lives and attend parties.
|15th - 2015-07-04 |
|cognitivedissonance - 2015-07-04 |
They're playing me.
|Binro the Heretic - 2015-07-04 |
A brief history of RPGs as experienced by me:
1981: My friends spent Fridays & Saturdays at my house because my parents were the only ones who knew D&D wasn't satanic. We played more or less straightforward games of D&D, ate junk food and occasionally argued about rules & dice rolls. During breaks when someone went to the toilet, we would talk about comics & movies.
1983: A few of us got computers and started staying home to play "Telengard" and "Temple of Apshai". Those of us without computers tried to keep their characters going because we were sure they would be back next week or the week after. When it became clear they weren't coming back, we just looted their characters' stuff and abandoned them naked by the edge of a monster-infested swamp.
1987: Everyone had computers and stayed home to play the "Phantasie", "Ultima" , "Wizardy" or "The Bard's Tale" series. Rulebooks, monster manuals, modules, reams of graph paper maps, character sheets, painted lead figures and polyhedral dice were all stuck in boxes to gather dust at the back of closets.
1993: I had a chance to dust off all the old tabletop RPG stuff when I joined a group of hobbyists who would meet every weekend and play various old-school pen & paper games. Unfortunately, "Magic: The Gathering" came out and soon that's all anybody wanted to play. People were coming in literally with suitcases full of decks. The first couple of hours were spent trading cards. It was too expensive a hobby for me to keep up with and my brain just isn't suited for it. Everyone got mad at me because I took more than a few milliseconds to decide which card to play. I eventually stopped going.
1997: LAN parties were most often spent in "Diablo" and other such "monster muggers". Seriously you just beat the shit out of monsters, take their stuff then run back to town to play dress up for twenty minutes. "Do these magic boots work with this magic cape? I'll trade you this magic knife for that magic shield." That was the final nail in the RPG coffin for me.
You can play PnP on Google Hangouts now. Thanks to computers, The Ages have come full circle.
Sorry to hear Binro, the hobby has evolved and there are some really fun stories to be had, but it's all about the players, not the game.
|StanleyPain - 2015-07-05 |
Hipsters would never play D&D. They'd play some pop-culture themed version of Munchkin or something and/or Cards Against Humanity.
Those games appeal exclusively to insufferable people, so you are correct.
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