The Hipsterhood Of The Ironic Pantsuits.

I am strangely hooked onto the song Kelly by When Saints Go Machine. I don't even know what music it is they're classified under. Electro-something perhaps. I just discovered that I can cheat Spotify by creating a new account under a different email, since I somehow managed to use up my 10 hours on my facebook-linked one. Thank goodness for webplayer, or I wouldn't have even thought of creating another account!

A confession to make. I may have just taken hipsterhood too far. Referred to also as The Hipsterhood of the Ironic Pantsuits (HIP). If you don't know I'm referring to Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, then you're clearly not cool enough for me, and are automatically disqualified from any discussion of HIP stuff. Indie4windeath2mainstream. I am not serious, of course, another hallmark of hipsters being the 400 layers of irony slathered across every single statement and action..

Okay didn't mean to launch into a discussion of hipsterhood, but what I wanted to bring up was my reaction to my last played song on Spotify (the one which appeared on my facebook.) It was Please Don't Leave Me by P!nk. By no means a shabby song, in fact I love that song and P!nk for her immense badassery, but I thought: What would anyone looking at that think?! Way too mainstream.. Well not like I gasped in horror or anything like that, but the thought flitted across my mind. And that's when I came to the awful realization that my hips have extended way too far.

I suddenly remember another occasion which I'd been meaning to write about but forgot about it in the slew of sundry occurrences of everyday life. I tore my elephant coin pouch. Which I really liked, actually. I bought it in an ironic gesture, cause I'd been searching over Christmas for a uber cool looking leather pouch [which I'd lost somehow. things apparently hate me but I hate them too cause everything's a thing, therefore (wish I could do that 3 dot thing which signifies therefore) things are mainstream] but couldn't find one, so when I stumbled upon a cache of cheap looking coin pouches in London at like 80pence each, I couldn't help but buy it. Then I tore it, and thought: should I buy a replacement? Followed by the thought: but that wouldn't be ironic anymore... would it?! Which leads me to my current predicament. Well, not predicament per se cause I know I'm replacing that pouch, but situation. I almost convinced myself not to buy something I liked (I've developed some affection for my elephant) just because it wouldn't be truly ironic. Oh god. That's when you know shit has gone down.

Hipsters will try to tell you they don't care what the world thinks, but they're probably lying. Hipsterhood now has become all about how much you appear to not care what the world thinks, because you care just that much. At its heart the me-centric mentality and consciousness which permeates this generation (and possibly the one preceding, and probably all the ones succeeding) and defines it. Why should anyone care what anyone else thinks about what they like, or not like? Because we like to believe that other people out there actually give a hoot about our self-conscious Likes and Dislikes, when in fact they probably don't.

Suddenly, essay on hips instead of studying for paper. Huh. But there's just been this confluence of events which have occasioned this rant on hipsterhood, I don't even know why. I do believe I am a bit of a hipster, but am reluctant to declare myself as such because of all the connotations of the term. Which is pretty ridiculous, to be honest, but that's how it appears to be. "But true hipsters don't care if other people call them hipsters or not." Which once again feeds into the cycle of caring/not caring I guess.

It's the shows I'm watching too.. brilliant shows all of them! For example Jeff in Community, one of April's lines in Parks and Rec, and of all things some commentator in a DotA video. NO JUDGEMENT PLS.....?!?! Then again go ahead and judge me for all it's worth.... even I have to admit that's a pretty poor source. Just about as appalling as it gets. Now don't tell ANYONE that I spend half my free time watching DotA videos thanks you. Random lines on hipsterhood/irony coupled with this one (or a couple) article I read online on the ironic sub-culture that's evolved in the past few decades or so, which sparked off this completely random (and probably irrelevant sorry) litany on HIPs.

It's just something I sometimes wanna rant about (I've done so recently), all this self-defeating irony so prevalent today. The fatal error being that we don't recognize it as being self-defeating at all, instead we view it as the "cool" thing to do, we're a better/more accomplished/next level hipster because we are ironic as heck. We don't realize that all this layered irony forms a deposit (I know, my metallurgy is pretty next level too) over the truth, and we cease to be able to be honest anymore. Taken to it's extreme, of course, but it does seem to me to be the road we're heading down. I think irony as a matter of course is perfectly normal, in fact humorous and somewhat desirable at times, but it might go too far, too soon.

I guess that's about the end of unplanned rant (/endrant). I've got a paper in just about 2 and a half hours so I suspect this is my brain seeking out any opportunity at distracting itself it can find.. lashing out at poor hapless irony and HIP just because it's at hand and at the forefront of my mind (I blame Parks and Recreation that damn winner show. Rashida Jones new crush.) Can't be arsed to be worried about this paper, although it is law of landfills and therefore absolutely shitty (I've been re-using this pun 3 times now, my brain is pretty dead make no mistake.) Que Sera et al, eh? Or as my half/permanently starved stomach would incite my fingers to type, Kueh Sara Sara (Lee). Oh god need pound cakes kueh lapis kueh tutu kueh bangkit kueh simi. I share the psychopath's dream of putting Sara Lee in my freezer. What a glorious sensation...Singapore in exactly a month's time awwwyeah!!

NOT in any way trying to establish (or re-affirm cause we all know the truth) my hipsterhood, but I'm going to list here the music I've been listening to lately. It's for posterity's sake, and only cause Spotify has no history function :'( and I've been discovering new and pleasant music at an incredible rate. Anna Schulze, Walk The Moon, Young The Giant, When Saints Go Machine. Just in case I forget, which I probably will. It's always sad to be hooked onto a particular artiste but completely forget about it in a couple weeks or months, especially if there's this one song/line which you totally feel. The connection went thusly - Grouplove - Walk The Moon - Young The Giant - The Soldier Thread - Anna Schulze. When Saints Go Machine I discovered off stereogum, cause they mentioned Danish and after Mew, I can't deny anything Danish. Least of all Danish COOKIES HUNGER SUSTENANCE LIFE. I'm not actually hungry, to be honest, I just have all these food references in my head dying to get out.

Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten another of my current favourites. AhhhhWoooOOOooOOooo! Gosh, pleasing on so many levels. And Empire of the Sun's new single - Alive! They have insane hooks and beats, and incidentally the weirdest videos ever. Have I ever mentioned David Lynch's Twin Peaks, a series from 1990? Despite not the best quality videos, I'm really enjoying the series. The characters do seem very Lynch-ian, and an absolute joy to watch. And Lara Flynn Boyle, whoa! Only wanted to watch the show cause of a song called Laura Palmer's Prom by You Say Party! We Say Die! (only a decently awesome band name) which is quite a good by-product of hours of trawling through youtube/obscure band references. I am useful after all! Or not, cause it's yet another 50 hours extra of staring at my computer screen. Oh wellz.

Okay I guess this is kind of it, 2 hours more of desperate last-ditch studying to go, so all the best me I guess. Hasta la vista bebes.

P.S On a totally unrelated note I just wanted to state my intense frustration with this ONE BLEDY WHITE INDIVIDUAL sticking out of my luscious black hair. #noracist but srsly.... I possess not the requisite dexterity of hand nor sufficiently unretarded hand-eye co-ordination to pluck it out myself. Soon a silver-haired silver-tongued devil will emerge from this husk of a brain-drained student. Me, btw, in case any one had any doubts. This is my official excuse for being too distracted to study hard for my paper. White supremacists.