We're a little concerned about the anti-hipster sentiment that's running through the culture right now. Yesterday, we directed you to Christian Lorentzen's anti-Wes Anderson/anti-hipster essay in n+1.
Hipster self-righteousness has become a blight on film culture. The Voice poll revealed (or constructed) a disappointing, nationwide urge among film journalists to outsmartass each other.
This is a troubling trend.
If we're not careful, people, we're going to accidentally kill the hipsters. We need to preserve them in order to maintain the city's delicate ecosystem. Remember Metrosexuals? Swing Dancers? Gay residents of Chelsea? No?
Well, they're all gone now. Do we need to remind you that extinct is forever?
We're thinking of calling up some Strokes and the editors of VICE and arranging a telethon to benefit this beleaguered demographic. We'll pass around the old trucker hat next time we're at Pianos and remind people that for just pennies a day—the cost of one PBR—you can save the life of a hipster.
Let's each do our part, before it's too late. If you won't help save a hipster, who will?
Subject: The Passion of the Hipster [Slate, 2004: The Year in Movies]
Captain Neato [n+1]
Will The Last Hipster Please Turn Out The Lights? [NYM]
The Hipster Handbook