Peanut is 11 and has developed his own fashion style. Which means my opinion is no longer relevant.
Yes, that’s the sound of my wallet snapping shut.
However, I recently stopped in at H&M while on a work trip and picked him up a pair of jeans. You know the kinda, somewhat slim in cut, pockets that are lower than normal. Between those and the ones he had picked out on a deep discount at Abercrombie he is now the owner of what he fears most:
Hipster Jeans.
I’m laugh my head off every time I think about his “situation”. One that involves him believing his jeans are too skinny, the pockets are too low, and he says his underwear has taken up residence in his crack since procuring said jeans.
If you aren’t sure what defines a hipster, it’s a subculture of men and women typically in their 20’s and 30’s that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter.
Witty banter? Yep. Independent thought? He’s 11, what do you think? The rest of it? Forget it. Which makes the irony even funnier. He’s labeled himself a Republican. And likes sweater vests. Picture a confused Alex P. Keaton.
I’m lucky. He could evolve into this:
This is from the Nov. 2009 issue of Paste Magazine, The Evolution of Hipsters
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