Word: hipsters
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...those of you who don’t know, American Apparel is a store that almost entirely consists of t-shirts, tube tops, and spandex pants in neon colors. It came into vogue with the faux-socialist hipster crowd because it doesn’t use sweatshops to make said shirts, tube tops, and neon pants...
...Alala” Dir. Cat Solen Cute! Hip! Irreverent! Mildly clever! Vaguely obscure! And Brazilian! That pretty much sums up all of the hype surrounding hipster-in-a-can band CSS, which stands for “Cansei de Ser Sexy.” That’s right—not just tirelessly sexy, but tired of being sexy. And for good reason—their image is so perfectly contrived for the moment that it must be exhausting to keep up. Everything about them just begs for awkward worship from awkward fans. Doll-faced half-Japanese poster-girl...
...said brand. QED. But seriously, Good Charlotte love to talk about couture brands, brass knuckles (which are, not coincidentally, the logo for their brand), and knives. Whether that knowledge is of a practical variety is open to interpretation: it’s possible that Benji Madden has knifed a hipster or two in his day (the song is not kind to that fey breed), but I doubt it. In the video, lead singer Joel Madden looks like he wandered onto the set fresh off a hard day’s work on Wall Street and started singing without even removing...
...pretty jaded, but I had no idea that peoplewere getting sick of restaurants. Apparently, though, hipster foodies in cities from Portland, Ore., to Melbourne, Australia, find the whole look-at-the-menu, eat-the-food, pay-the-check monotony so soul crushing that they're taking refuge in underground restaurants arranged by groups like the Oakland, Calif., outfit Ghetto Gourmet. You pay online, show up at someone's house and sit next to strangers while an off-duty chef prepares a fixed menu of whatever surreal creations he or she has always wanted to try: rabbit adobo, fried grasshoppers...
There's a sly hipster syncopation to his cadence, "Been stuck there for a while." But the folksiness pretty much disappears when he starts answering questions. Obama's actual speaking style is quietly conversational, low in rhetoric-saturated fat; there is no harrumph to him. About halfway through the hour-long meeting, a middle-aged man stands up and says what seems to be on everyone's mind, with appropriate passion: "Congress hasn't done a damn thing this year. I'm tired of the politicians blaming each other. We should throw them all out and start over...