What the hell is a hipster?

I was spoken to by a "hipster" today. If you haven't guessed by now I don't leave the house much... Or my own little world- and while I had a vague notion of what a hipster might be, I am now actually aware of what they are. Hipsters are what happen when you take a small emo child, age him a few years to college age, give him a mountain man beard, and then the ego to rival that of the biggest music snob you've ever known. Throw in a bit of beatnik from the late fifties/early sixties and there you have it. A hipster.

Now, I don't have an issue with most people, but this lack of an issue with most people comes down to one simple concept... When I'm reading a book people typically don't bother me. This human felt the need to bother me. Silly human seemed to have thought this was a good idea. He soon learned otherwise.

The first thing he asked was about what I was reading. An innocent enough question; one I'll give without getting angry. I told him I was reading the first book in The Wheel of Time series and that it was a bit too adventurous for my taste, but it was still a good book. Apparently this wasn't a good enough book to be reading. He then went on to explain what good literature actually consist of. This good literature of his including Sylvia Plath, and various writers I knew nothing of and could of cared less about. I stared blankly and zoned out for a good portion of it leaving him to ramble on.

This was Hipster's mistake. He insulted my book. Grant it, it's not my favorite of things, but I like it. I considered it to be a relatively decent book, nothing compared to Harry Potter, but good, none the less. If Hipster had just said, "Oh, that sounds like a nice book," and left me the hell alone, he would not of had to deal with me insulting Sylvia Plath and his silly mountain man beard.

Hipster, being horribly offended now, then suggested I had never read Sylvia Plath in my life.

HOW DARE HE!

I never insult literature before I've read at least a page of it. (The only book ever to earn an insult from me after the first page being Ulyssyss by James Joyce... What the hell kind of writing style is that? I need more concentration for that than I need for knitting lace!) Right... Complaining about the human who spoke to me arrogantly, wasn't I?

I don't like poetry as a general rule. But I've read Sylvia Plath, I can even quote a few lines from a few poems. I can quote a few different poets if I were to so desire, but my dislike of poetry keeps me from doing so too often. But this effort was worth it. Oh, was he shocked to hear me quote her. Ha. Silly human. Never insult a bookworm while she's reading. Even worse if you insult her reading selection. She will devour you alive with words and then laugh maniacally as you stare in shock.

This sounds more of a rant on Hipsters, but I guess this is the only one I've so far met. He angered me though. I liked my book well enough. He didn't need to go bashing everything else that brings me joy... Sometimes I wish beating people with my Jane Austin anthology was legal. Sadly, it is not and no one seems to have plans to rectify this horrible injustice. One day people will understand.

And now for something completely different...

I drew a picture today. I've convinced myself that drawing is an important skill to have for there is no other way for me to obtain pictures of Remus Lupin holding/snuggling cats.

You are now about to see my first pathetic attempt at a human face.

So very pathetic... She's even balding slightly and seems to have a black eye. Poor, dear. I've named her Eudora. She's balding at an early age due to the stress of having been drawn by me. Her nose looks a bit funny too...

Well, I'm off to sleep now. Yawn.

Side note... My poor drawing attempt has reminded me of one of my favorite books called The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Such an amazing, incredible, darling book. All of humanity should read it. It teaches very good seasons to both children and grown-ups.