Would I wear it to mock the Stampede or because I liked the horse on it? Also, what was I doing at the Stampede in the first place? Was my entire trip to Branson ironic? All I could feel was anger because I didn’t know. Similarly, on a recent trip to Branson, I had to stop myself from buying a “Dixie Stampede” T-shirt. I liked Moon Pies, but I also thought the shirt was funny. Was the Moon Pie T-shirt I had in high school ironic? Yes and no. We are the thing we hate and I’m a hypocrite. The other thing that weighs on me, though, is my guilt. But what happens when nothing means anything anymore? And though I’m not sure I fully understand the tattoo I saw recently of the chipmunk with the barcode on its stomach, I can appreciate anti-capitalistic/no-logo symbolism as much as the next guy. We have the same taste in a lot of music and literature they just appreciate them while wearing a bedazzled Christmas sweatshirt and riding a moped. I truly value the speeches about raising chickens in your backyard I could just do without the big weird glasses with no lenses and the thrift store smell. Hipsters do still believe things because, when they do, we generally believe the same. First, I worry what happens when culture goes completely ironic.
I write this with a heavy heart for a couple of reasons. Now they’re wearing their little sister’s jeans and their pubes are showing. A few years ago, hipster dudes were just wearing skinny jeans. I’ve tried to avoid writing this for about a year now, but just when I thought the trend was ending, it has only gotten more extreme. There is no originality in my bewailing the state of hipsterism. That baby grew up in a culture based on products, and wherever there was something confusing, it was meant to be mocked. Sometime in the late ’90s, grunge and emo had a very ugly bastard child.
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