Hips[ter] Don't Lie (or, How To Be A Hipster)

By Addi Grace, Maclaine Spencer, and Abbey Alderson.

"Say nay to bae."

Roll your pant cuffs at least twice. 

Write poetry.

Play at least one string instrument.

Campfires. Everywhere and anywhere. 

Own a hammock. Take it everywhere.

Wear floral.

Listen to Spotify and 107.3 FM. 

Discuss synonyms for cliche. 

Climb trees.

Save the trees.

Drink organic coffee.

Button the top button on your (obviously floral) shirts.

Use your MacBook or typewriter at Starbucks.

Put in a lot of effort to make it look like you put in no effort at all.

Get defensive when someone actually listens to your kind of music.

Ask them what "lesser-known" songs they know. 

Get annoyed when your coffee shop haunts become "mainstream."

Use Thoreau quotes as all your Instagram captions.

Own ten pairs of sandals. Trim your nails once a year.

All of your shoes should look like you adventured through Tartarus in them. With your hammock and stringed instruments.

Do not go anywhere without a ukelele.

Sports? No.

Say everything in a very aloof and detached manner.

Make hipster music jokes and references.

Blog.

Make lists that make fun of hipsters.

Irony.

Act super exclusive and superior.*

*Okay, mini-rant.

There is being yourself, and there is being a hipster. For some people (Abbey, Maclaine), being hipster and being themselves are the same thing. And I honestly like those people. I like how they're funny, and appreciate literature and poetry and music that most people haven't heard of. 

But I hate how some other people act like they are better than others because they listen to that music, or because they have a big vocabulary, or whatever. 

Be yourself. Do what you love. Be ironic and granola (I really don't understand that term).

But don't think that makes you cooler or better or whatever.