It seems that one of the philosophers I read, Graham Harman, recently had an unpleasant encounter with a hipster. I have on many occasion thought about the same thing: why are hipsters (and let’s not get caught in semantics here, by now we are all aware of what a hipster is) so cynical, serious, unfriendly, and cool that they are ultimately unable to talk, and if they do the style follows their external habitus perfectly. Is it because if you dress like a clown you can not smile like a clown or you’ll end up being a clown? Or is the source of their cynicism the anxiety caused by constantly trying to avoid being drown in the mainstream? Or are they just artists who are more perceptible to the individual existential anxiety caused by living and being? At least I can say that, contrary to what a dialogue in the recent Woody Allen movie To Rome With Love would have us believe, people (women) do not find that kind of existential anxiety very charming (in a man).
I know this is all very old but it doesn’t mean that the problem doesn’t exist or that it would have been dealt with to the extent that would satisfy me. If there is a source (a book, a movie, a TV series, an artist, a musician) for this kind of behaviour, I would like to know what it is, or are. One of the main reasons I am asking this is because these hipsters have found their way into philosophy now where they feel right at home with their unfriendliness.