Stuff Hipsters Hate

Dec 12
GUEST POST: Decorating for the Holidays
Christmas is a ridiculous time where the big, cheesy, goofy kid in all of us comes out.  We’re normal people for the majority of the year, but when December rolls around, we all turn into that lady from QVC’s Quacker Factory.  Christmas lights!  Tree-shaped sugar cookies!  Santa!  Hot Chocolate!  Rudolph!  We’re excited for it ALL.  But those goddamned hipsters just can’t get on board.  I get it: it’s hard for them to express any sort of holiday cheer when they’re trying to appear sullen and joyless all of the time.  While people across the globe are joining hands and singing “Joy to the World,” all they want to do is sit in front of their computer and take unsmiling sepia-toned photos of themselves.   It all seems pretty ridiculous—the idea that they can’t embrace the time of year when even the biggest assholes try to act sort of nice.  But, let’s be fair: we’re looking at it from one side.  Maybe there’s a point to all of this eye-rolling about Christmas that they’re doing.  And so, I give you an internal monologue of a Hipster who refuses to decorate for the holidays: Yes, I see you people.  You and your rosy cheeks and scarves,  carting home pointsettas and Christmas lights and bags of fake snow.  Let me  tell you this: I’m not giving in to your commercialism.  I am not  decorating for Christmas. I’m well aware that my decision to not decorate for Christmas turns me into a caricature of the Grinch.  Someone who can’t embrace things such as cookie baking, tree decorating,  or wasting an entire Saturday afternoon assembling a snowman in my front yard. I’m not trying to be an asshole, I have several reasons why I won’t decorate for Christmas: 1.  I know you think that my tall, skinny frame and my weird, gangly arms  would make me the best possible candidate for stringing Christmas  lights, but I assure you that I can’t stand up for more than 10 minutes  at a time.  Why?  Because all I ate today was a spoonful of hummus and  45 cups of black coffee.  2. While I can appreciate the irony of an “Ugly Holiday Sweater”  party, you will never see me goofing around in a Santa hat.  Santa Claus  was created to instill greed in children as soon as they’re old enough  to start articulating a wish list.  I know this because I Wikipedia’d  the history of “Saint Nicolas” on my iPad that my parents bought for me  last Christmas.  3. People with big Christmas displays make me sad.  I mean, why are  you trying so hard?  WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE?  There’s nothing more  pathetic than trying at life.  I’d rather sit here with my mulled cider  and look out the window wistfully.  I am so mad.  SO MAD AT THE SNOW.
4. I’m going home to my parents’ mansion in Connecticut and they  decorate it really beautifully.  I can’t wait to see it!  Uh, I mean:  I’M NOT GOING HOME.  I’M AN ORPHAN.  MY NAME IS OLIVER.  OLIVER TWIZT.   Hey, that would be a great DJ name. I don’t even care anymore. Whatever,  bye.Amanda Waas is a regular contributor to F’d in Park Slope.  She is also the creator of the douchey gift  blog You’re Welcome.  Follow her on  Twitter for more vaguely amusing commentary. 
(Photo: YellowBugBoutique/Etsy)

GUEST POST: Decorating for the Holidays

Christmas is a ridiculous time where the big, cheesy, goofy kid in all of us comes out.  We’re normal people for the majority of the year, but when December rolls around, we all turn into that lady from QVC’s Quacker Factory. 

Christmas lights!  Tree-shaped sugar cookies!  Santa!  Hot Chocolate!  Rudolph!  We’re excited for it ALL. 

But those goddamned hipsters just can’t get on board.  I get it: it’s hard for them to express any sort of holiday cheer when they’re trying to appear sullen and joyless all of the time.  While people across the globe are joining hands and singing “Joy to the World,” all they want to do is sit in front of their computer and take unsmiling sepia-toned photos of themselves. 

It all seems pretty ridiculous—the idea that they can’t embrace the time of year when even the biggest assholes try to act sort of nice.  But, let’s be fair: we’re looking at it from one side.  Maybe there’s a point to all of this eye-rolling about Christmas that they’re doing.  And so, I give you an internal monologue of a Hipster who refuses to decorate for the holidays:

Yes, I see you people.  You and your rosy cheeks and scarves, carting home pointsettas and Christmas lights and bags of fake snow.  Let me tell you this: I’m not giving in to your commercialism.  I am not decorating for Christmas.

I’m well aware that my decision to not decorate for Christmas turns me into a caricature of the Grinch.  Someone who can’t embrace things such as cookie baking, tree decorating, or wasting an entire Saturday afternoon assembling a snowman in my front yard.

I’m not trying to be an asshole, I have several reasons why I won’t decorate for Christmas:

1. I know you think that my tall, skinny frame and my weird, gangly arms would make me the best possible candidate for stringing Christmas lights, but I assure you that I can’t stand up for more than 10 minutes at a time.  Why?  Because all I ate today was a spoonful of hummus and 45 cups of black coffee. 

2. While I can appreciate the irony of an “Ugly Holiday Sweater” party, you will never see me goofing around in a Santa hat.  Santa Claus was created to instill greed in children as soon as they’re old enough to start articulating a wish list.  I know this because I Wikipedia’d the history of “Saint Nicolas” on my iPad that my parents bought for me last Christmas. 

3. People with big Christmas displays make me sad.  I mean, why are you trying so hard?  WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE?  There’s nothing more pathetic than trying at life.  I’d rather sit here with my mulled cider and look out the window wistfully.  I am so mad.  SO MAD AT THE SNOW.

4. I’m going home to my parents’ mansion in Connecticut and they decorate it really beautifully.  I can’t wait to see it!  Uh, I mean: I’M NOT GOING HOME.  I’M AN ORPHAN.  MY NAME IS OLIVER.  OLIVER TWIZT.  Hey, that would be a great DJ name. I don’t even care anymore. Whatever, bye.

Amanda Waas is a regular contributor to F’d in Park Slope.  She is also the creator of the douchey gift blog You’re Welcome.  Follow her on Twitter for more vaguely amusing commentary.

(Photo: YellowBugBoutique/Etsy)

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