Hipper Than Thou
I’ve just been browsing Scott McLemee’s site and seen so many items I want to point out to our readers that I’ll just have to do it here.
There is a highly amusing review of David Brooks’ silly Bobos in Paradise for a start.
David Brooks, a writer for the conservative Weekly Standard, is also an amateur sociologist; which is to say, someone who makes mental footnotes to the New York Times…The argument of Bobos in Paradise is simple, and the author restates it every two pages (perhaps as a courtesy to the people he is discussing, who must do their reading between cell phone messages).
But amusing is not all it is, because silly is not all Brooks is. His smugness is well criticized.
Then there is a review of a book by Leo Braudy. Interesting in itself and the occasion of this opening paragraph:
Google permits the most unlikely people to display sudden bursts of erudition. Not long ago, I came across the blog kept by a generic urban hipster – one containing the familiar catalog of new CDs purchased, smirking remarks on public affairs and essentially meaningless references to “irony.” (Memo to the clueless: Irony does not mean repeating cliches in a sarcastic manner. It just doesn’t.) Reading a few entries, I got the strong sense of someone whose powers of concentration were utterly focused on the Next Big Thing.
There’s a certain commonality there. Hipsterism, the Next Big Thing, amateur sociology, trend-spotting in general. I have long thought that the desire to be hip is one of the roads to perdition, and I think McLemee may have had the same thought. Never, never worry about whether you’re hip enough; that way madness lies. Be a dedicated nerd, instead. Hipness is the dead end of all dead ends.
Aha – if I detected one of your obses I mean themes that’s because it’s also one of mine.
One sees it in the weirdly obsequious, even toadying attitude of a lot of adults to teenagers, for example. Because – what? Teenagers know more about everything than adults do, by definition? In what universe?!
Yup; as I’m always saying, the cult of yoof has a lot to answer for.
Dagnabbit, where was all this adoration of youth when I was a kid??
Seriously, though, the whole hipster/boho/whatchacallit deal doesn’t appeal that much…even if I COULD afford it…I get the feeling that despite all the degrees and jargon and highbrow pretensions (like pretending to know what irony is)…underneath is just another herd to conform to. Don’t know if that’s an accurate view or not, but I distrust herds. I didn’t rebel against 1 establishment way back then in order to fade into a new one today. …Like I said to the last idiot who said “dear”, “Don’t call me that–deer are a prey species.”