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.