In this week’s edition of the Critical Shopper, the New York Times’ Mike Albo declares war on a longtime conflict housed in NYC. “I am here today to defend the hipster, and to create lasting peace between hipsters and greater New York City,” he writes. In order to do so, Albo first gives a face to the flammable moniker that so many 20-somethings despise: “young women with Feist haircuts and droll expressions, wearing bunchy blouses and carrying huge tote bags; pale, tiny-waisted boys wearing skinny-leg jeans, lopsided hair, droopy cardigans and fedoras, also carrying huge tote bags.” And there you have it: the definition of a hipster.
First off, the anti-hipster movement is nothing new — it’s just an intolerance by another name, Albo says. “The same accusations were lobbed at my generation of New York transplants, who, in the 90s, were also accused of ruining the city and raising rents. Except we were called ’20-somethings,’ and we didn’t look half as put-together,” he recalls. But, where does the critical shopping come in? At South Williamsburg hipster haven Yoko Devereux, where Albo’s realization first hit him: “they want the same things we do: love, attention, cheap cocktails and a nice-fitting shirt.” While Albo cites today as a “time to be less judgmental of the hipster kids, and maybe wear some of their clothes, too,” he does have a word to the wise: “Just smile more often, and maybe stop wearing those deep V-neck tees. They’re gross.”