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Mr.n. 1. mister: a title of respect
prefixed to a man's name or position 2. a title prefixed
to a mock surname that is used to represent possession of a particular
attribute, identity, etc.
hipster n. Slang.
1. a person who is hip. 2. HEPCAT 3. BEATNIK
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Maybe you've figured out by reading this
site that the Mr. Hipster moniker is applied with a bit of sarcasm
and self-deprecation. After all, I listen to bad indie music, work
in Midtown and wear clothes meant for eighth grade skaters. There
is actually a story behind the name, so here it is:
the story behind the name mr. hipster
One night a couple buddies and I were
walking around the East Village (I think we were heading to Welcome
to the Johnsons) when a couple unwashed lower east side polyester
kids fell into step behind us. Aside from a penchant for geometrically
challenged sideburns, there was nothing odd about the couple. I
think I was wearing a funky leather jacket, jeans, probably a v-neck
sweater and a pair of Doc Martin's. We could hear their conversation
between puffs on their cigarettes. They were talking about some
dj, and then the conversation turned to how the neighborhood was
going downhill. One guy's voice got particularly loud, "Yeah
these fuckin' hipsters are ruining everything!" I chuckled
and looked around to see who they were talking about. We were the
only ones within two blocks. I looked down at my ensemble and realized
that everything I was wearing was purchased new, and that my sideburns--while
in no way corporate or preppy--actually followed my jaw line in
a very Brandon, 90210-ish way. Did that make me a bad person? Did
that make me a hipster? I looked back at my accuser. He gave a little
knowing smile and threw his cigarette like an eight-year-old girl
into the gutter. It made me laugh. Here's this snotty, twenty-year-old
kid who throws like a complete pussy calling me names. I mean, the
kid had no idea what he was talking about. The Random House Webster's
College Dictionary says that a hipster is someone who is hip.
Fooled them!
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mrhipster.com q&a
Q: Who writes all this crap and
may I borrow some of the witty writing for my site?
A: Everything on the site is written by me, mr. hipster.
If you have any interest in using anything you find on this site,
I'd really appreciate it if you let
me know first.
Q: Who took all those off-kilter photos on Mr. Hipster's
booze & grub survey?
A: All the pictures on Mr. Hipster's booze & grub survey
were taken by me, mr. hipster (that's right, Mr. Hipster and
mr. hipster are one and the same.) I have no idea why you'd use
them, but I'd appreciate if you didn't use them without my permission.
Q: Why can't you spell, punctuate or grammaticize?
A: I don't have a dedicated staff or anything, so my editorial
skills sometimes suffer. If you see anything that is misspelled
or generally f'd up, feel free to let
me know.
Q: Do you really have all those CDs, and can I get my hands
on some of that fine music?
A: The CD collection and that other stuff is real (even atrocities
like Bryan Adams Unplugged), so if you ever want a sample mp3 of
something, let me know
and I'd be more than happy to send you something. Of course most
of the bands in the hipster cd collection have links to band and/or
fanpages where you can usually find sample mp3s.
Q: Why should I listen to anything you have to say--especially
in those silly movie reviews you do?
A: Well, I was a film production major and a cinema studies
minor at a major, private
east coast university. I worked for a major Hollywood
producer, but quit after he threw his sushi at me and took to
calling me "the stupid, California surfer shithead" (and
that's just the really mild stuff). That should cover the movie
section. Um, I worked for a major
record label in their publicity department and produced Web
sites for a badass
rap and rock label (that covers the music section) and I worked
for the largest English
language book publisher in the world before they laid me off
(and that's the book section). Oh yeah, then I produced the #1
movie site on all of the great World Wide Web (at least for
a month)--so there's the damn movie stuff again. And then produced
a cool music blog
site (for a major corporation, I guess). So there's, uh, music
yet again. And now I work for the world's
most hipster-ish digital ad agency, sealing my hipsterdome for
all time. 'Nuff said.
Q: Why aren't there really any pictures of you on the site?
I mean, we want to see what the hell you look like.
A: Like any good reviewer, I must disguise my identity. I
don't want preferential treatment at the McDonald's or West Side
Cottage, as it could skew Mr. Hipster review and lead potential
patrons astray. If you really want to see what I look like, email
me and I'll send you a fuzzy picture of Andrew McCarthy or something.
Q: You're so funny, smart and humble--will you date me?
A: Sorry ladies (and gents) Mr. Hipster is taken, but you
can forward like and
dislikes, pictures, whatever and I'll pass it on to my single friends
(good catches all).
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