Sunday, January 6, 2008

Bring Us The Head Of Hip And Cool!

Hip and Cool is the enemy. We say "is" as opposed to "are" because while separately hip and cool seem fairly benign(though even on its own hip is still fairly grotesque), when joined together as one they are more or less the root of all evil. That is the monster we are dealing with; not separate entities but a multifaceted beast with a bloodlust for paralyzing our ability to enjoy experiences on our own terms.
Hip and Cool chokes the culture, enslaves otherwise rational minds and is even capable of obscuring the loving sunshine of actual Fun. Hip and Cool, not cabaret laws, keeps New Yorkers standing slack-shouldered and casually soigné when they ought to be dancing. A true sheep in wolf's clothing Hip and Cool is often just insecurity with claws. It is time to retire this chimera to whatever abyss Irony is occupying so that they can sit and soak up each other's smugness.
All this we know and yet Hip and Cool remain powerfully seductive. There is a curious high in aesthetic oneupmanship over our fellow man. We are not immune to this sensation. Even as we type this we are listening to obscure French pop from the 1960's in our overpriced vintage houseclothes. We don't speak French or live in anything but modern times but everything just sounds cooler en francais and until fairly recently modern men's clothing has been all but unwearable for fellows of our particular build... right?
We are very much aware that our dress and ideologies set us apart from mainstream culture and this gives us nothing but great satisfaction. Without a modicum of conceit culture would cease to exist. However, we are also aware that at the endgame of our existence the cultural majesty with which we have lived our lives will matter not one bit. What will count is whether or not we allowed ourselves to enjoy it.

To accompany this post we have chosen two of our favoritest jams related to the idea of "coolness". Favoritest because they either, as in the case of Bratmobile, plainly reject the idea or, as in the case of the Waitresses, hilariously play to both sides of the fence. Enjoy.

Cool Schmool - Bratmobile
Wise Up - The Waitresses

2 comments:

carmichael said...

dorks cry real tears!

you're rad.

professional amatUer said...

sigh. tis the enjoyment that shall set us free.
the royal we is wage and sage beyond her years.