The Past and Pending

June 6, 2012 at 12:20am
Reblogged from pretch-may
I was thinking about the word “hipster” the other day ….

And how, one day, out of the blue my son or daughter will ask me (most likely on a long car ride where they’ve had time to let their minds wonder on seemingly insignificant questions about the grand, wide world),
"Mommy? When you were younger were you a hipster?"

And how odd it will seem to hear a phrase that had been such a fad and hardly spoken of since the time it found its place in popular culture. I will begin to think about how when I was his/her age I had asked my mother, “Mom? When you were younger were you a hippy?”

Did you smoke cigarettes?
Did you like Dad’s long hair?
Did you stay up past your curfew?
Did you like Obama?


But. Then again. Maybe I’ll never have a kid.
Or die before I do.

None the less, it’s a conversation that I played out in my mind and it seems likely if the variables line up.

I was thinking about the word “hipster” the other day ….

And how, one day, out of the blue my son or daughter will ask me (most likely on a long car ride where they’ve had time to let their minds wonder on seemingly insignificant questions about the grand, wide world),

"Mommy? When you were younger were you a hipster?"

And how odd it will seem to hear a phrase that had been such a fad and hardly spoken of since the time it found its place in popular culture. I will begin to think about how when I was his/her age I had asked my mother, “Mom? When you were younger were you a hippy?”

Did you smoke cigarettes?

Did you like Dad’s long hair?

Did you stay up past your curfew?

Did you like Obama?

But. Then again. Maybe I’ll never have a kid.

Or die before I do.

None the less, it’s a conversation that I played out in my mind and it seems likely if the variables line up.

September 22, 2011 at 4:25pm
Reblogged from london---underground

This is my life. Everyday. →

ellsbellz:

I love ginger hair, I think it looks awesome. If I was ginger I’d grow it reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaallllly long and be all hippy like; put braids in it. Thread flowers through it and embrace my pale face and freckles. , Oh and I would only wear floaty pale dresses and live in the forest so I would…