I HATE CLUBBING

So in the hipster-hating world view, if you try to anticipate the crest of a trend, you're suspicious. But if you give it up and just go "oxo-culture", you're narrow-minded. But if you go Dandy, you're flamboyant (read: gay) - so what choices are left?

When I was younger, my friends and I dressed the same and I chose friends based more or less on whether they looked cool to me. I'm glad I grew up. This gets too confining. There are such great conversationalists with poor fashion sense. You miss out on too much if you're concerned about whether you and your friends look "right".

Some days I dress like a hipster, some days I don't. I suppose if a hipster-hater saw me one day, they'd make assumptions about who I am that they wouldn't make if they saw me the next day. Really it just has to do with which of my clothes are in the laundry.

(Thanks for calling me Greg btw! I am hoping that people will magically catch on to this without me having to aid the process in any way).

Of course a Dandy can be a woman, don't be so narrow minded and sexist! Words mean what we say they mean, not what the Victorians who dreamed them up thought they meant!

Different people dress provocatively or flamboyantly or as Display for many different reasons. I'm interested in the reasons, not in what they wear.

The problem with a truly egalitarian world view is that everyone you want to insult is perfectly justified in insulting you back. I may have to become a fascist; then I can verbally crush people underneath my bootheels without being a hypocrite. (Yes, I'm rambling now.)

But this makes no sense! It's just some theoretical situation whereby one hipster hangs out with only those similar to himself/herself, or something. Like hipsterism begats empty hipsterism or something.

Also this "Fuck the cover; read what's actually in the book." stuff just is further cliché in this sort of argument. What if one is interested in the cover? Where does the human cover end and the person begin? There is no exact science.

I just hate this sense of GROUNDING about the "fuck the cover" attitude. The sense of attempting to pull some people back to a certain level.

I was just asking! Trying to catch up on your lingo. I've not heard it used this way until now.

This is IT. I didn't think I liked dancing or dance music at all until I went to a rave. Obviously drugs had a help in that, but I feel that going to raves in the UK is a much nicer experience than going to a club. This is basically down to the fact there's a lot less surface and a lot more feeling. People wear their shitest gear to go raving and yet their best clobber to go clubbing. I feel uncomfortable in clubs because I'm constantly worried about the image I'm giving off. I get that thing where you think everyone's looking at you and judging you by your clothes and the way you walk and how much gel is in your hair. You certainly don't get this at a rave because no-one gives a flying fuckslash what you're wearing. Just so long as you're a decent, friendly person. I tried to explain this to a girlfriend who had never been raving before and was pretty much anti drugs. The only argument she came up with was "but the music's shit and it's full of hippies". That's about the time I realised we weren't meant to be.

Yeah, you're totally spot-on. It's like the drugs power these scenes of acceptance that would be totally amazing even if you weren't on drugs. Universal impotence = no cockwaving, maybe? (The squatter scene is my favourite version of this, actually, 'cos it's got this brilliant dynamic between people who squat because their father is a Tory MP and doesn't understand them, maaan, and people who squat because they don't have houses). I love how you can tell what subcultures people were into before rave from the dancing style they bring to it, all these 120bpm versions of metal, indie, pop, jarvis-cocker-does-cruel-imitation-of-rachel-stevens-pastiche (may just be me).

Hahahahahah! YEh, all my metal friends do weird punching-circle dances when they go to raves, like a friendly but more ballistic style of moshing.

What's happening in Brighton? I'd really like to go but I'm not very rich and I want to lay off getting rat-arsed again until Glastonbury. Tell me next time something's on and I'll definitely turn up.

Brighton is this big outdoor party, it sounds awesome, I'm pretty excited about it. I only know one person who's going, so I'll get the details off them tomorrow or something...

Heeeeeeeere's DOGGY!

xpost: HAHAHAHAHA

Come To Doggy

greg: you lucky bastard. my friend told me about Glade and I think he wants to go. Well, so do I but I really have to save money before my bank manager puts me in thumbtacks and makes me be the Queen's personal rickshaw monkey for not paying back my overdraft. I'm quite pissed off about not going to either of those.

Couldn't you sell your time-travelling memoirs, D?

um, I meant Brighton and the Glade, not thumbtacks and rickshaws.

Anyway, onwards and upwards.

Couldn't you sell your time-travelling memoirs, D?

No, because Goebbels brainwashed me in 1940 so I'd forget everything.

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this is also true of people. and perhaps the hipster critics are commenting based on their past experiences - finding the book covers to be a front for a crap book all too often.