Bah, possibly also humbug.
Contrary to the childish posturing of the posts below I am not constantly at odds with existence for no reason other than to be a reactionary bastard. I mean, I am, a bit, but not overly proud of it, kind of teenage really. You'd think I'd have grown out of that sort of entry-level bile by now, but sadly not, it's a cross we'll just all have to bear.
That said, I was perturbed by today's G2, which posed the question why do people loathe hipsters so? Full article here, for what it's worth. Now, I can have a wild stab as to why, and on first read I chortled merrily as I gently stroked my own prejudices to tumescence. But after a while I got to thinking (I was chopping veg for piccalilli, and that sort of exercise does tend to lend one a fugue-like state), surely to define oneself as anti-hipster is in essence as much of a pose as being a shoreditch twat itself? Now don't get me wrong, I have very little time for irritating, trilby-wearing little trustie fuckpigs (as I may have noted before), in much the same way as I have very little time for impetigo. But, by and large, most of them appear to be little 'uns, and I imagine they'll probably grow out of it. I experienced a deep, though fleeting, moment of shame at my inability to rise above this, followed by a longer sensation of abiding worry that the grauniad thought this worthy of an article, even in G2, which truly is the devil's shitbucket of half-arsed ideas.
So here I sit, a welter of pity for the despised kids, regret that I've just spent a portion of my life even considering the issue and deep, deep worry that I've moved beyond the stage where I give a fuck about any sort of lifestyle piece and am clearly one step nearer the grave. Possibly I should just steer clear of G2; the crossword's far too easy these days anyway, bloody kids.
Oh alright, I'll still read Marina Hyde then, she knows how to do snark. But dear god, don't get me started on the cookery articles. Wrong, wrong and thrice wrong, trust me on this. Hmm, possibly I'm overthinking this. Might stop now, just as well. Christ, are you still here?
Contrary to the childish posturing of the posts below I am not constantly at odds with existence for no reason other than to be a reactionary bastard. I mean, I am, a bit, but not overly proud of it, kind of teenage really. You'd think I'd have grown out of that sort of entry-level bile by now, but sadly not, it's a cross we'll just all have to bear.
That said, I was perturbed by today's G2, which posed the question why do people loathe hipsters so? Full article here, for what it's worth. Now, I can have a wild stab as to why, and on first read I chortled merrily as I gently stroked my own prejudices to tumescence. But after a while I got to thinking (I was chopping veg for piccalilli, and that sort of exercise does tend to lend one a fugue-like state), surely to define oneself as anti-hipster is in essence as much of a pose as being a shoreditch twat itself? Now don't get me wrong, I have very little time for irritating, trilby-wearing little trustie fuckpigs (as I may have noted before), in much the same way as I have very little time for impetigo. But, by and large, most of them appear to be little 'uns, and I imagine they'll probably grow out of it. I experienced a deep, though fleeting, moment of shame at my inability to rise above this, followed by a longer sensation of abiding worry that the grauniad thought this worthy of an article, even in G2, which truly is the devil's shitbucket of half-arsed ideas.
So here I sit, a welter of pity for the despised kids, regret that I've just spent a portion of my life even considering the issue and deep, deep worry that I've moved beyond the stage where I give a fuck about any sort of lifestyle piece and am clearly one step nearer the grave. Possibly I should just steer clear of G2; the crossword's far too easy these days anyway, bloody kids.
Oh alright, I'll still read Marina Hyde then, she knows how to do snark. But dear god, don't get me started on the cookery articles. Wrong, wrong and thrice wrong, trust me on this. Hmm, possibly I'm overthinking this. Might stop now, just as well. Christ, are you still here?
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