bitter hipster: June 2008 Archives
The Bitter, Aging Hipster is nearing 40. He no longer enjoys the
lavish attentions of the music, film and energy drink industries. (He
actually thinks the energy drink industry has something to do with
magic, or voodoo, or some shit.) But despite his anger at the
unavoidable realization that he's no longer ad candy, the B,AH feels he
has wisdom to pass on to the next generation of vapid, trendy,
self-absorbed teens and twentysomethings who express their
individuality by firmly entrenching themselves within a uniform group
of like-minded kids who somehow still think they're all alone and
misunderstood in the big bad world. So, every week, he answers two
made-up questions about Living In The Mainstream While Still Pretending
To Be Original with warmth, understanding and love. Except without
those three things.Dear B, AH,
Obviously, you like old shit, and hate new shit. I like some old shit that somehow stays cool (or becomes cool again) myself. But isn't it weird how some old shit that stays cool is actually cool, and some of it just completely sucks and should've died a painful death and stayed buried? I mean, what the hell's up with Teen Wolf? Why do 21-year-olds like me even know Teen Wolf? A-Team good. Teen Wolf bad. So who decides what deserves to be remembered or even loved? Is there a mathematical formula? It seems too random. But seriously, Teen Wolf sucks. Miami Vice too.
Anachronistic Anarchist
Dear AA (shudder),
Continue reading Ask The Bitter, Aging Hipster: '80s Treats, So-Called Meats.
