While wandering around a craft beer festival in Springfield yesterday I had the thought that hipsters in the city are like worms in a garden. Their presence isn’t a thing which I directly appreciate; they’re not “good eatin'” and sprinkling 20 of them around a pepper plant won’t make my jalapeños any hotter. But if they are living naturally in the soil then they are improving it by their presence, and the conditions are right, at least in part, for healthy plants and a good harvest.
A craft beer festival may very well be more like artificially introducing worms than having them arise organically from the environment, but it was still great to see them in such abundance in my hometown:
Another deal with hipsters is that I know not only that I’m NOT one of them, but that if I were their age I still wouldn’t BE one of them because I lack the desire to stand out in a crowd. I like speaking in front of crowds, mingling unnoticed within them, or avoiding them. My wife got me this great boina (“It’s not a beret!”) from the Basque region of Spain. I love it, it’s great for late autumn or early spring. As much as I like it I almost never wear it; when I do people look at me, especially in downtown Springfield.
That said, I want the improvements to the city which the presence of hipsters will indicate.
And then I want to complain about the hipsters.
Me, as “hipster” or, in truth, dealing with symptoms of the flu and therefore wearing a knit cap inside: