Okay guys, time for a true tale from San Diego Comic Con. If you don’t know, I go there every year for work. It’s a five-day whirlwind of assertive geekdom and nighttime galavanting. Sometimes you meet some pretty odd people.
“This might sound like kind of an asshole thing to say, but do you guys know you’re Hipsters, or is it an accident?”
I have some confidence that I could do my entire senior thesis on the above sentence, except I’m not a senior. But the instant I hit 65. Hah.
So okay, let’s pick it apart. The aggressor’s remark was divided largely into two key components:
1) a declarative preamble or disclaimer of sorts: ““This might sound like kind of an asshole thing to say, but”
2) an accusation in the form of a rhetorical question: “do you guys know you’re Hipsters, or is it an accident?”
Stop me here if you disagree. Or, since that’s impossible, just leave a comment below.
Both of these components represent specific bad habits exhibited by human beings far and wide, but let’s look at the first component first.
Sometimes you watch a movie or something, and before the movie comes on, you get a disclaimer: “Warning: The following movie contains graphic images of folks bein’ butchered ‘n shit. Oh yeah and profanity. Lots o’ that!”
It was well past noon by the time I got myself out the front door of my place, and the previous night was to blame. Remember Japan? My memory fades in and out, but over my hauntingly-close-to-three years back in the States, I’ve connected with a few good men and women who may be called upon to come together and serve up a reminder that everything used to be totally different. Among those every things, I used to stay out until 3 a.m. a lot more. I used to also have nightmares a lot more. A healthy first-time-in-awhile reunion reawoke both old habits.
So I was getting a late start. Destined for a train to the city and late as I was, I nevertheless plotted to first stop at a café for drugs and things. I mean basically.