Wednesday, October 17, 2012
I've been wrong about many things, and most of the time able to graciously admit my mistake. (For instance, one time I tried to convince my friends DRJ and EDJ that fried ice cream isn't really fried. Guess what? It is.* But I digress.) But all of this doesn't mean that I don't enjoy a little confirmation of my rightness when it comes my way.
In the not too distant past, I posted here a note about my impressions of hipsters upsetting the social heirarchy by suggesting that what is uncool is now cool. This has been by far my most popular post ever, with nearly 2,000 hits. No, I'm not kidding; two thousand people give more of a shit about hipsters than about anything else I've pretty much ever said combined. No, I'm not bitter.. Anyhow, I wanted to share some follow up which has confirmed my suspicions.
Upon entering a small and funky antique store on my way to class the other evening, a skinny-jean clad, big-chunky-non-prescription glasses wearing, 30-something woman said to me the following:
"Your color palate is just so.......dweeby right now! I'm so jealous."
And I thus entered the crushing uncertainty that only the hipster social unheaval could create: was it a compliment or not? how to tell?
I settled on feeling good that I had pegged the hipsters right. And vowed to try for more muted pinks and browns next time.
*But how is this possible, you ask? It's, like, super-frozen first. Strange, I know.