teezzy
Banned
Are hipsters still a thing in 2021? Are skinny jeans finally dead? I'm still a hipster aren't I?
Whether I would have admitted it at the time or not, there was certainly a period of my life where I was undeniably hip. To put it frank: high school to mid-20s TeezzyD was an insufferable knob. There was nothing I loved more than hearing myself talk (still do, in fact).
Equipped with Levi 511's, bold framed glasses, a GED and a film school education; I'd babble on and on about 80s/90s post punk, foreign films, and William S. Burroughs novels. Friends and I would haunt local diners just to drink coffee and smoke cigarettes after an evening of bouncing between various thrift shops in the area. I thought I was so cool just because I could name-drop Sonic Youth albums and French New Wave movies like the back of my hand.
My politics went from a heavy Libertarian lean to looking down on anyone who wasn't an Obama lover or vote for Hillary. I thought I was so smart, even though I was merely the manager of a local chicken wing restaurant pushing my way through community college at the time.
Thankfully, I was never overly ironic about anything, and always enjoyed everything with 100% earnesty as I continue to do. Bullshit folk pop like The Moldy Peaches was never my jam nor was Starbucks, and I certainly never had a trust fund. Growing up, I was no stranger to the taste of government cheese.
Instead, I'd frequent local Detroit grindcore shows and was obsessed with horror movies. The more macabre side of things always fascinated me. As I grew older, and doubled down on flannels, growing out my beard, collecting records, and getting numerous tattoos (I have 7 total... am planning for an 8th soon), I just sorta considered this to be the norm.
Being trendy helped keep my dick wet, and I was able to garner the attention of some very attractive 'alt chicks' who were just as contrived as I was. Always loopy. Always had back problems, anger towards their fathers, and a love of Taco Bell. Needless to say, I'm single now for a reason.
Getting older still, I ditched my Levi 511s for Levi 505s. I lived the Regular Fit lifestyle, and I realized quickly that it's not a good look to be 25+ in some ball huggers. Thank goodness. I ditched my band T-shirts in favor of plain Hanes tees as I more and more morphed into a dude's dude. Selling off my records and ritzy turntable setup, and caving into Spotify for all my music needs has also been a blessing.
Which brings me to what initiated me towards making this thread (I told you I love to hear myself talk): New Balance sneakers. I've loved New Balance sneakers for years now. The soles on my current pair of 997H's are becoming worn and I'm due shortly for a replacement. Thing is, I can't find my size (10.5) in any style/color I like on Amazon, and I refuse to drop like $100 on a pair of sneakers during a Michigan winter. Sucks.
I fell in love with New Balance when I worked at the hospital and was on my feet all day. They're perfect. People used to rip on me and call them 'dad shoes' and I often had friends give me "WHAT ARE THOSE?!!!" meme IRL. Millennials... ew.
What I've recently learned is that my current dude's dude style of dress has become 'hip'. Brands like Carhartt and New Balance are all the rage now and being adopted by the youth as a fashion statement. It's Normcore all over again. Remember Normcore?
www.neogaf.com
www.neogaf.com
It's cool to dress like a dad apparently. The kids call it 'workwear' which translates to them pretending to adopt a blue collar aesthetic as a last grasp of modern masculinity. Meanwhile, I'm just your average Midwestern Joe entering his 30s next month. I've made a solid effort to leave all my pretentious hip ideals behind me, and somehow the culture has adapted my current and turned it cool.
I'm a hipster again. Maybe I never left. At least I don't wear skinny jeans. Maybe my generation is doomed to be hip forever. At least I'm not some loopy androgynous communist with a bad haircut. I'll always have that going for me.
*sigh*
Whether I would have admitted it at the time or not, there was certainly a period of my life where I was undeniably hip. To put it frank: high school to mid-20s TeezzyD was an insufferable knob. There was nothing I loved more than hearing myself talk (still do, in fact).
Equipped with Levi 511's, bold framed glasses, a GED and a film school education; I'd babble on and on about 80s/90s post punk, foreign films, and William S. Burroughs novels. Friends and I would haunt local diners just to drink coffee and smoke cigarettes after an evening of bouncing between various thrift shops in the area. I thought I was so cool just because I could name-drop Sonic Youth albums and French New Wave movies like the back of my hand.
My politics went from a heavy Libertarian lean to looking down on anyone who wasn't an Obama lover or vote for Hillary. I thought I was so smart, even though I was merely the manager of a local chicken wing restaurant pushing my way through community college at the time.
Thankfully, I was never overly ironic about anything, and always enjoyed everything with 100% earnesty as I continue to do. Bullshit folk pop like The Moldy Peaches was never my jam nor was Starbucks, and I certainly never had a trust fund. Growing up, I was no stranger to the taste of government cheese.
Instead, I'd frequent local Detroit grindcore shows and was obsessed with horror movies. The more macabre side of things always fascinated me. As I grew older, and doubled down on flannels, growing out my beard, collecting records, and getting numerous tattoos (I have 7 total... am planning for an 8th soon), I just sorta considered this to be the norm.
Being trendy helped keep my dick wet, and I was able to garner the attention of some very attractive 'alt chicks' who were just as contrived as I was. Always loopy. Always had back problems, anger towards their fathers, and a love of Taco Bell. Needless to say, I'm single now for a reason.
Getting older still, I ditched my Levi 511s for Levi 505s. I lived the Regular Fit lifestyle, and I realized quickly that it's not a good look to be 25+ in some ball huggers. Thank goodness. I ditched my band T-shirts in favor of plain Hanes tees as I more and more morphed into a dude's dude. Selling off my records and ritzy turntable setup, and caving into Spotify for all my music needs has also been a blessing.
Which brings me to what initiated me towards making this thread (I told you I love to hear myself talk): New Balance sneakers. I've loved New Balance sneakers for years now. The soles on my current pair of 997H's are becoming worn and I'm due shortly for a replacement. Thing is, I can't find my size (10.5) in any style/color I like on Amazon, and I refuse to drop like $100 on a pair of sneakers during a Michigan winter. Sucks.
I fell in love with New Balance when I worked at the hospital and was on my feet all day. They're perfect. People used to rip on me and call them 'dad shoes' and I often had friends give me "WHAT ARE THOSE?!!!" meme IRL. Millennials... ew.
What I've recently learned is that my current dude's dude style of dress has become 'hip'. Brands like Carhartt and New Balance are all the rage now and being adopted by the youth as a fashion statement. It's Normcore all over again. Remember Normcore?
Are you #normcore?
http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/02/normcore-fashion-trend.html Sometime last summer I realized that, from behind, I could no longer tell if my fellow Soho pedestrians were art kids or middle-aged, middle-American tourists. Clad in stonewash jeans, fleece, and comfortable sneakers, both types...
RIP normcore, 2013-2015
According to the latest google analytics, normcore, the popular fashion trend of not being fashionable, is no longer wassup, but now a giant ish don't think so. http://think.storage.googleapis.com/docs/google-fashion-trends-report-spring2015.pdf now as a forum chock full of ardent...
It's cool to dress like a dad apparently. The kids call it 'workwear' which translates to them pretending to adopt a blue collar aesthetic as a last grasp of modern masculinity. Meanwhile, I'm just your average Midwestern Joe entering his 30s next month. I've made a solid effort to leave all my pretentious hip ideals behind me, and somehow the culture has adapted my current and turned it cool.
I'm a hipster again. Maybe I never left. At least I don't wear skinny jeans. Maybe my generation is doomed to be hip forever. At least I'm not some loopy androgynous communist with a bad haircut. I'll always have that going for me.
*sigh*
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