Fashion is weird
We're looking at him the way as our parents/grandparents looked at punks with mohawks.
I'm not.We're looking at him the way as our parents/grandparents looked at punks with mohawks.
There's also the factor that "hipsters" may be from male dominated industries, so the ratio of male to female hipsters is higher.Seems a bit like male hipsters get a harder time because they're men. The patriarchy indulges young women as they experiment with their image, but for men there must be a "reason" otherwise they're nobbers.
Sometimes a nobber is just a nob.Seems a bit like male hipsters get a harder time because they're men. The patriarchy indulges young women as they experiment with their image, but for men there must be a "reason" otherwise they're nobbers.
Fashion is weird
My co-worker has the complete coloured trouser set, including sky blue. His name's not rupert, but it's of that ilk. He goes sailing a lot.
These are the particular facts. Any generalisations you may wish to make are your own
We had the son of famous wealthy business-owner in here the other day on work experience (his dad is one of our clients). Now that's posh. Cravat, wavy haircut, navy blazer, says "yah" not "yeah" and is utterly and completely unaware and unconcerned with those beneath him.I work with someone who also has lots of coloured trousers. They are quite tight, with turn-ups. He wears slip on shoes and no socks and big rimmed geek glasses. He isn't called Rupert or anything like that, never goes sailing. He is in no way posh. He is very sound.
He is also very young.
could be.Seems a bit like male hipsters get a harder time because they're men. The patriarchy indulges young women as they experiment with their image, but for men there must be a "reason" otherwise they're nobbers.
anyone with a tache and beard as well (who is under 50)The list of who needs to 'get out of Brixton' is actually as follows-
-Anyone younger than 'me'
-Anyone who dresses differently to 'me'
-Anyone who doesn't like the music 'I' like
-Anyone who came to live in Brixton for any reason that isn't the reason 'I' came to live in Brixton
-Anyone who doesn't understand
It's like some kind of mid-life crisis where people have suddenly realised people younger than them have different interests, music and fashion. It's fear of the unknown.
He is also very young.
We had the son of famous wealthy business-owner in here the other day on work experience (his dad is one of our clients). Now that's posh. Cravat, wavy haircut, navy blazer, says "yah" not "yeah" and is utterly and completely unaware and unconcerned with those beneath him.
utterly and completely unaware and unconcerned with those beneath him.
they don't get a harder time. they're running tings.Seems a bit like male hipsters get a harder time because they're men. The patriarchy indulges young women as they experiment with their image, but for men there must be a "reason" otherwise they're nobbers.
I think I'm gonna spend the afternoon in the posh burger place sneering at the champagne drinkers looking out at the poor people looking in at us all.
dont forget your bongos.I think I'm gonna spend the afternoon in the posh burger place sneering at the champagne drinkers looking out at the poor people looking in at us all.
I don't mind beards, or taches, or even cravats on certain people, but I do not like those tight coloured trousers.
tight coloured ? do you mean "american tan " ?I don't mind beards, or taches, or even cravats on certain people, but I do not like those tight coloured trousers.
dont forget your bongos.
Neither do I. I just don't wear them. Some people (I'm not saying you) seem to have some kind of life mission to pick fault with and sneer at anyone outside of their own little bubble (no pun intended).
don't play 'em anymore.....so 90s!
No, I mean tight trousers with loud colours.tight coloured ? do you mean "american tan " ?
Fuck that, I'll sneer as much as I want to.Neither do I. I just don't wear them. Some people (I'm not saying you) seem to have some kind of life mission to pick fault with and sneer at anyone outside of their own little bubble (no pun intended).
dont forget your bongos.
Fuck that, I'll sneer as much as I want to.
But the nineties were where we still want to be, remember!