BEING hip when I was a teenager meant wearing black, listening to Buddy Greco and Thelonius Monk and reading Jack Kerouac. It was a jive term for someone who was cool and definitely not square. Being hip has always had its roots in literature and music: Elmore Leonard and Ian Dury were hip, and Paul Weller is probably the hippest person around. Evis was never hip.
So I was devastated to read that, according to The Office for National Statistics, a hipster now has a designer beard, likes speciality coffee, craft beers, vintage, gentrification, saving the planet and veganism, knitting and urban bee-keeping, prefers typewriters instead of laptops and bicycles instead of cars.
Good grief, has the world gone mad? That's not being hip, that's being a poser of the worst kind. Pardon me while I retire to an enclosed room for a dose of Monk and a chapter of On The Road.
So I was devastated to read that, according to The Office for National Statistics, a hipster now has a designer beard, likes speciality coffee, craft beers, vintage, gentrification, saving the planet and veganism, knitting and urban bee-keeping, prefers typewriters instead of laptops and bicycles instead of cars.
Good grief, has the world gone mad? That's not being hip, that's being a poser of the worst kind. Pardon me while I retire to an enclosed room for a dose of Monk and a chapter of On The Road.
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