So, this past weekend I went to the Williamsburg flea market. There were SOOO many people, and I realized that a lot of them had the same style and it’s a lot different than what I’m used to at school. They were more like the people in that show Portlandiathat I watch.
You know where I was, right? I was in the land of hipsters. And I noticed something: There were the hipsters, and then there was everyone else. Now you may know the differences, but remember, I’m 11. So this is what I have figured out so far about hipsters.
NOT A HIPSTER
- Rejects American Apparel and Urban Outfitters for political reasons.
- Walks with an “I got s000 mUcH SwAGGAAaaaa” strut.
- Wears baseball caps. Backwards. Srsly.
- Annoyed by anyone who doesn’t have an iPhone.
- Will not step inside second-hand shops, flea markets or wear hand-me downs.
- Claims to be “from the cool part of Brooklyn”.
- Can be overheard discussing whether to “join” Tumblr or not.
- Uses their Outside voice Indoors.
- Has never heard of any bands you have.
- Thinks that being a dreamer is lame.
- Enjoys wearing hoodies, flip flops and bright clothing.
- Takes their time when walking anywhere.
- Shops at flea markets and vintage stores.
- Rides bicycles with baskets and recycles.
- Knows where all the wifi hotspots are.
- Dresses like Jordan Catalano and those Mad Men.
- Understands what Coachella is.
- Watches TV on their computer.
- Discusses latest post of theirs on Tumblr, the most amount of times they’ve been re-blogged and what their next post is going to be.
- Plan on doing big things, one day.
I am not a hipster myself; I’m a tween. But being in Williamsburg on a sunny spring day was fun for me, checking out all these people that are so different and so the same. And that’s also part of the awesomeness of being a tween: at some point, when I grow up, I can choose to be anything I want to be.
Featured image by Natalie Dee