{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Future Is Fiction Blog","provider_url":"https:\/\/futureisfiction.com\/blog","author_name":"Karma","author_url":"https:\/\/futureisfiction.com\/blog\/author\/daretoeatapeach\/","title":"Hipster Hunting - Future Is Fiction Blog","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"3t3iPv3Y3C\"><a href=\"https:\/\/futureisfiction.com\/blog\/hipster-hunting\/\">Hipster Hunting<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/futureisfiction.com\/blog\/hipster-hunting\/embed\/#?secret=3t3iPv3Y3C\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Hipster Hunting&#8221; &#8212; Future Is Fiction Blog\" data-secret=\"3t3iPv3Y3C\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/futureisfiction.com\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":null,"thumbnail_width":null,"thumbnail_height":null,"description":"Janet said she wanted to go the Missouri Lounge to make fun of all the hipsters. Everyone agreed that The Missouri Lounge was just crawling with the little buggers. I was surprised. Not about the Missouri Lounge---though I'd always thought the shack looked like more of a redneck dive---but that Janet wasn't herself a hipster. She had the chunky, short-cropped hair and the thick black plastic glasses. But no. She was a hipster hater. How could I get them confused? We ordered drinks and Janet picked out the most egregious violators and made fun of their outfits and drink selections. We did not stay long. Janet made a request from the DJ and there was some misunderstanding, or altercation. So we left. That incident got me thinking. Did those people deserve to be made fun of? What made them worse people than Janet? What the hell was a hipster, anyway? Since that day many moons ago, if I hear someone use the word I always ask them what it means. Two things quickly became apparent: 1) no two people seem to have the same definition 2) never have I ever heard the word used in a positive context. For my money, a hipster is a person with an overly-developed sense of irony. But by that definition, the guy I know who is most likely to be a hipster is a 35-year-old Indian metalhead. He's also the biggest hipster-hater I know. The \u201cH-word\u201d also seems to be associated with indie rock, though no one seems to know what the fuck that is either. Here is what some of my research has come up with:   * \u201cHipsters are trust fund babies that go to expensive private art programs.\u201d   * \u201cHipsters are people who wear mismatched, ill-fitting clothes and think they are hot.\u201d   * \u201cHipsters are the shallow types that live in the Williamsburg neighborhood in Brooklyn.\u201d   * \u201cHipsters drink Pabst Blue Ribbon and ride fixie-bikes and make fun of normal people.\u201d Oh well then, that's clear. If I am in Williamsburg and I meet someone in an art program I can assume they are shallow and living off daddy's money. Additionally, if I meet a girl on a fixed-gear bike in Goodwill frocks I can assume she is a snotty bitch that can't wait to talk about me behind my back. It would do the world a good deed to run off with her inexpensive union-made brew, taunting and laughing."}