Hipster

College educated sycophants who worship a brand of fashion that appears radical. Instead of being concerned with social issues that really matter and with finding a deeper meaning, hipsters cling to their outrageous trends to shore up egos comparable to those of typical frat-boys. Hipsters are elitist and exclusive and take great pride in their image. A hipster will smugly evaluate an 'ordinary' member of society and judge him or her based upon outside appearances. They tend to have degrees in fields like philosophy and esoteric literature. Some speculate that they attend college for the purpose of sounding intelligent at a hookah party. They envision themselves as the most progressive individuals of society, behaving in a way that emulates the ruling class of their host culture. It is not known whether hipsters are selfless devotees of parody or are just mere egoists. Either way they adopt the same basic personality characteristics of wealthy and privileged people, albeit with different garb. Hipsters are fond of Neitzsche and often make it a point to be seen reading one of his books. These deluded 'Ubermensch' are usually too skinny to be able to fend off a physical attack and too mentally predictable to outmaneuver a well thought out challenge from the abstract realm. Hipsters are nothing more than hollow caricatures of real people and have sold their souls in exchange for the illusion of sophistication.

I walk into a local music store. The staff are super 'cool'. They have tattoos, piercings, hip second hand clothes. They know about all the underground indie bands and are very counterculture. They are hipsters who are privy to cool stuff that ordinary uncool people just don't get. I approach two of them. They size me up as I ask a question.

'Do you have anything by (underground hip-hop artist with a funny name who describes the plight of white convicts and survivors of poverty)?'

A smirk materializes on the skinny blond hipster. His head is shaved on the side and his hair is combed over to the left. There are shaded streaks dyed into the 'doo. He has a pair of symmetrical piercings on his lower lip.

'Uhh, let me look. You asked for (said underground artist)?'

He sneers and glances over to his hipster buddy, who has a similar demeanor, except for the messed up hair look. They exchange amused expressions. The blond one types into the computer. A few moments pass.

'Mmm. Sorry we don't have anything by...(said underground artist).'

I say thanks and walk away. As I am heading toward the front door I hear muffled chuckles and some muttering between the two hipsters under their breath.

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