If the mark of a hipster is that they discover the band, the look or the thing before the mainstream plebs do, then I must be on the opposite end of hipster spectrum.
Last week, I discovered Lord of the Rings. Ten years late. The films were totally incredible and I watched a film a day for three days, then took a look at a few special features because it made me that nerdy and fanigirlly. After that I even watched The Hobbit. At least for that one I am only a year late, phew. While my mind was being blown by elves and hobbits and wizards I realised thar I am the only one getting excited. Every one else has already been there, done that. Sure they agree that it’s awesome, but I don’t get to have that fun conversation-about-the-new-movie with anyone. They already had that talk….last decade.
I tried to tell a friend once, “I always end up getting into things once everyone else has already gotten over them.” but they seemed to take this as some kind of hipster statement in itself. As if I were declaring myself cool for arriving late. They told me that I was just “so cool” and well, completely missed the point that I was actually trying to point out my lack of ability to notice when things are in and then I get excited about a song or film everyone else is lamenting how over it they are. What do you mean these pants aren’t fashionable any more? What do you mean this song was released three years ago? What do you mean I’m reading a book that won a prize – what prize and when?? I keep up with the Jones’.
And then on the other side of this, a band or a book I’ve enjoyed or loved but nobody else cared about will suddenly blow up but nobody wants to hear my excitement on it because then I am the hipster douche! Goddammit!
As an inverted hipster (I found that Rihanna song about finding love in a hopeless place this year, but then, no true hipster would listen to Rihanna, she’s on the radio, right?) I have decided that when people who loved things first act like it’s their property, they need to have their hipster glasses smacked off. I know how it feels to have something you love become popular when it feels like your special thing that only you can love with your worthy soul but when us behind-the-timers come to you exclaiming that we’ve seen a film, don’t sigh and tell us ‘I saw that five years ago, yawn.’
- Though, I do still permit that a small mourning service can be required when the masses destroy the sacredness of something you love. That sucks. But at least you don’t have to worry about me doing that, for a decade at least.
The other benefit of being an inverted hipster is that you learn to enjoys things in your way and time without needing the validation of other’s enjoyment. It helps you to not worry if something isn’t ‘cool’ and lets you just enjoy it. I better stop defending the inverted hipster now or else it’s going to start sounding like I’m about to set some kind of a hipsterish trend…
You know, it’s only just occurred to me in writing this piece that ‘hipster’ isn’t even as big as it was last year. Goddammit. Now can someone please have a LOTR omg session with me over drinks? I’ll meet you just after I crimp my hair, throw on my grunge outfit and slip on some plastic jelly bracelets…