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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Chicken Study: In Which Chicken Unveils New Subculture

Hi World:

I've been thinking about hipsters.  I don't know why.  Like all of my mini-obsessions this episode was probably set off by something I read or saw...something one of my kids said; it might be just because I like the word.  All that I know is that the obsession won't go away until I share it.  With you.  Put on your happy face!

I have been engaged most of this past week in serious, sociological research into this fascinating sub-culture.  If that involved watching Youtube videos, cruising hipster blogs, spending hours hipster spotting at the local trendy coffee shop and posting an obnoxious facebook status or five on GG's wall, it is because that is what contemporary social research requires.  But it is not all fun and games, people.  I did this for you! 

OK.  I did this for my own amusement.  But you want to know what I found out, don't you? Right?  Maybe you think you don't but maybe you just haven't thought about it enough, yet.  Maybe you've never thought about it.  Just think about it.
youaregettingverysleepyyouaregettingverycuriousabouthipstersyouarefeelingcompulsiveneedtoreadchickenshipsterpost

We good?  You're in, you're excited???  Great.  Follow me.

FINDINGS:

I confess, I did not really know what a hipster was.  I had a general idea that a hipster was an aging baby boomer, like myself, who didn't get the memo that it is okay to grow up and let the kids take over.  Like this guy:
You know I can never resist an opp to poke a little fun at Prince

The term, "Hipster", as it turns out, however, is an old slang term from the 1940's that, according to Wikipedia, characterized early jazz fans, but was adopted again in the 90's to define an urban sub-culture of teenagers and adults, supposedly well-read and educated, with non-mainstream tastes in clothing, art, and music.  Hipsters embrace the obscure.  They like to be different.  While they will not wear anything that you would wear, they will happily don something your grandmother or Frank Sinatra might have worn, if only to make an ironic statement.  Hipsters are all about irony.  Not that they smile much.  They are known for their blank stares or general avoidance of eye contact with anything but their I-phones.  They tend towards intellectualism as well as oppositionalism.  If you say the sky is blue, a hipster might say, "Actually, it is more cerulean with a touch of gray and pink, but whatever....".  More likely, though, the hipster will not say anything.  Rather, he/she (and sometimes you can't tell the difference because many hipsters favor androgyny) will raise an eyebrow, make meaningful eye contact with a fellow hipster, as if to say, "Get this one-what a moron".  In fact, hipsters are likely to disagree with anything you say just on principle. I call this ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder), but hipsters (and my offspring) call it OYKN (Obviously You Know Nothing).

REINFORCE:
This is what we have so far:
  • Hipsters like the idea of being different.  They value whatever is unique and obscure:  Vintage housedress?  Mick Jagger-tight jeans, Fedora?  Oversized glasses? Trucker hat?  Athletic socks circa 1970?  If you've spotted any of these lately, you've found yourself a hipster.  Congrats.  And obviously they need better glasses because in their quest to be different, they do not seem to realize they look pretty similar to the hipster right next to them.
  • Hipsters are not highly animated.  If you are trying to get a rise out of a hipster, you might ask one if they got their shirt at American Eagle because you saw one just like it there yesterday....or was it JC Penney's?  Even if they don't react on the outside, their emotions are sure to be roiling on the inside and that may result in a sudden decreased air of superiority, a blush, or at the very least a look of extreme confusion, after which they will rush away, head down, to the nearest vintage store.
  • Hipsters like irony.  I could take anything littleb says in an average day, put it on a t-shirt, and sell it to a hipster.  How ironic is that?  Here are a few I'm contemplating for my first line: 
                    1. Iguanas...Yes!
                    2. Sometimes my cat Sheldon gets me out of my crib
                    3. I'm Billy.  This is Sue.  And I have a sister.
                    4. Somebody wipe me.
                    5. When a boy is three he is smarter than you
                    6. Don't look at me
                    7. Boys have peanuts.  Girls have genies.                   
  • Hipsters are smarter than you.  It doesn't matter who "you" are.  They are just smarter, ok?

VISUAL AID:



The modern day hipster is both a parody and a fascinating paradox.  The paradox intrinsic to hipsterism is that no self-respecting hipster would ever, ever admit to being a hipster.  Don't you get it?  The hipster is unique.  They don't want to be like everyone else, and yet they've morphed into a specific genre that has now been packaged, commercialized, parodied and mainstreamed.  If you don't believe me, look at the Jolie-Pitt kids. They're all hipstered up-especially the cute blond one that dresses like a boy.  Maybe they shop at Hipsters "R" Us.  Look at your own kids.  They've probably adopted some hipster fashions by now, too.  And what about tattoos?  Everyone has a tattoo now.  My mother has a tattoo. It is not easy to remove a tattoo.  That's just gotta piss a hipster off.  How can you distinguish yourself if every Tom, Dick and Jane has a celtic circle of thorns around their bicep, huh?  And now you're stuck with it.  Isn't that ironic?  Maybe that's the formula:  Mainstream + permanent = ironic = hipster. 

Still not sure what a Hipster is?  Here are some youtube links:
Where the Dirty Hipsters Are
Hipster Olympics

TEST FOR UNDERSTANDING:  I hope you've been paying attention.  Please put your books on the floor and take out a pen.

Look at the following images and identify the hipsters:

ABC
D
E
FGH

Choose 1:
a. They are all hipsters
b. None are hipsters
c. B,E, and F are hipsters
d. Damned if I know
e. All of the above

ANSWER:  D.  Damned if I know.  You can't tell a true hipster by the clothes they are wearing (although don't you think littleb makes an adorable rockstar?).

And that brings me to the main point of this post.  Hipsterism is trending down, folks.  The modern hipster, such as it has become defined, is destined for extinction.  If you have stock in ironic menswear, sell your stock now.  Or lose your shirt.  Ironically speaking.

Why?  Because hipsterism has morphed into nothing more than a fashion trend that centers on being unique and obscure, so when it catches on to the point where the "look" is  widely imitated and easily recognized, the trend is already in its death throes. 

But, you say, it is not just about the clothes.  It is about the intellectualism inherent to hipsterism.  Hipsters are well educated, well read.  Hipsters are really smart.  I don't buy it.  While there may be some really smart hipsters out there-in fact, there may be some hipsters dressing ironically as hipsters-there are probably a lot more who just like looking like hipsters.  The other day, GG spotted a hipster wearing a seven foot scarf wrapped around his neck and noted that wearing a seven-foot-scarf on a day when the temperature is topping out in the high nineties indicates a serious lack of common sense. 

That is not to suggest that there are not any truly unique people out there.  There are.  But the truly unique know that being unique is a state of mind, not a fashion statement.  The true hipsters have gone to ground, folks.  They walk among us wearing levis and white t-shirts or maybe a Brooks Brothers suit.  They wear whatever makes them comfortable.  Contrary to the modern hipster, they have high energy levels.  Their wheels are always turning and they embrace new thoughts and ideas as a matter of course.  They imagine, they create, they innovate, they revolutionize.  Often, they want to make the world a better place for all of our kids.  They are not always politically correct, but they are always themselves, always unique.  They don't think they are smarter than you.  They are certain that regardless of your IQ, there is something you can teach them. A lot of you out there embrace these qualities but the phrase "hipster" has been used up and bastardized.  It no longer applies to you, World.  I think a new moniker is called for. 

And as it so happens.....

I've been thinking....

Would you like to be a

Chickster????

C'mon be a Chickster. 

Here are some famous people I would call Chicksters (besides all of you, of course) because they are innovative, creative, smart, trying to make a difference and/or consistently unique:
  • Warren Buffett
  • Maya Angelou
  • Steve Jobs
  • Alice Hoffman
  • Michael Franti
  • Bill and Melinda Gates
  • Oprah
  • Whoopi Goldberg
  • Bono
This is a short list and I know you all have people you would add to the list.  Who are they?

Chicken out

P.S.  Yesterday, I met P. from "The Way I Sew It", who introduced me to Billy Collins, former US Poet Laureate.  Like P., I feel the need to urge you to go to the Chicken Crossing the Road and check him out before judging.  This guy is funny!  I've linked to his reading of "Lanyard" because a lot of my readers are moms, and I know they will laugh, but also check out "Litany", which is, possibly, even funnier.  Also, thank you to GG, who tolerated and fed my hipster obsession all week long.  You are top Chickster in my book.





Thursday, August 26, 2010

Chicken and TWLITB or Texting as a Method Guaranteed to Annoy Your Teenager (part II)

Hiya World:

I was at work and decided to check in with Teenager Who Lives in the Basement (TWLITB). 

I thought a nice text would be the best way to show my love.

Chicken:  Hi TWLTIB, What's Up?

TWLITB:  Hey Chicken

TWLITB:  Did u notice I brushed my teeth last night lol

Chicken:  Ha.  I did notice.  Congrats.

TWLITB:  lol my teeth are starting to hurt so now I'm brushing my teeth

Chicken:  Great.  Good news.  Need to go to the dentist?

TWLITB:  Y do I need to go to the dentist?

Chicken:  No special reason besides YOUR TEETH HURT??

TWLITB:  Its fine.  Its only 1 tooth

Chicken:  Oh, well, if it is only one tooth let's just let it continue to decay into a deep dark cave of halitosis and someday, when you sleep with your mouth open, the flies attracted by the smell will be able to go spelunking in your cavity.  Your mouth will be, like, a fly tourist attraction.  Cool.

TWLITB:  lol. Chicken, I went to the dentist like a week ago and nuthin was wrong...

Chicken:  Yeah, a week ago in June, but hey, they are your teeth. I'm just trying to make sure you can still eat steak when you are 30. And not embarrass me at family reunions.

TWLITB:  lol

Chicken:  And eat corn on the cob.  And apples.  Apple?  Hey Apple......hey...Apple....hey apple....Apple...hey.

TWLITB:  UR so gay

Chicken:  Silly is a better word choice, Apple...

Chicken:  Apple??? Hey. Apple?

Chicken:  I'm blogging about this, TWLITB.  It does not reflect well on your oral hygiene habits

TWLITB:  UR so SILLY!!!  happy?

Chicken: I love you Apple. I love you more than...pears.

TWLITB:  lol

Suffice it to say, oral hygiene has been a hot topic in our house for many a year.  I'm waiting for the first girlfriend to let him in on the the secret survey stating that 10 out of 10 girls find a nice smile appealing.  Get it?  APP(le)? Peeling?  Oh, never mind.  I'm so gay.  I mean silly.  Here's the link to Annoying Orange Annoys Apple if you are new here and wondering what the heck we are talking about.

Chicken out

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Chicken Radio (or Why WCLZ is the Greatest Radio Station Ever)

Hi World,

Do you listen to the radio? Isn’t it great? Without radio working hard to introduce us to new music, there is a very strong possibility that we might still be dressing up in twirly white disco dresses and dancing to the best of the Bee Gees or attending Led Zeppelin tribute band concerts and getting arrested for waving our bic lighters around.  Neither of these scenarios is good.

Today, I’d like to share a story about the power of radio.

Fifteen years ago I moved to Rhode Island from Maine. Here are a few good things about Rhode Island:

  • Beautiful beaches
  • Incredible restaurants
  • A vibrant social scene thanks to the 10 or so institutions of higher education
Living in Rhode Island is not a hardship, but there are a couple of drawbacks. Our less than stellar economy is one, but more importantly than that, World, is the utter and complete absence of any good radio stations. We do have radio here. If you like Brittany Spears, 50 cent, or Carrie Underwood, you’re covered. If you like Brittany Spears, 50 cent and Carrie Underwood at least once an hour, even better. If you like to listen to people argue on air about sports, politics, religion and community affairs, we have that. If you like to bang your head, bang away. If you want to put on your white disco dress and twirl away to Disco Inferno, slap on some sparkly eye shadow and go crazy.

But if you want to listen to something new by Shawn Mullins or Louden Wainwright III, you probably won’t find it on the radio in Rhode Island. And this has long been a source of angst for me.

Part of my audio angst is because in Maine I listened to a great adult alternative radio station called WCLZ. I miss this station so much that when I visit home, I know the exact location on I-95 where I will be able to adjust the dial and listen in. I know exactly where, on the way back, I will start to lose reception and be forced to start scanning the airwaves in search of something that doesn’t suck.

Most of you know that I went home to Maine on vacation a few weeks ago. On the way back to our RI home I had the radio tuned to WCLZ and a great song came on that I had never heard before. My listening pleasure was somewhat thwarted by littleb’s back seat diatribe. In our house, littleb is commonly referred to as the “Human Radio” because he emits a pretty steady stream of noise, as often entertaining as he is annoying. At the same time, the Teenager Who Lives in the Basement was complaining loudly about his grumbling stomach, which made littleb talk louder, which made BigB talk really loud. Pretty soon I was bent over double trying to get closer to the radio, which is really funny, now that I think about it, because the speakers are in the back….anyway…

I made a note of what I thought was the artist’s name and vowed to look him up when I got home.

Unfortunately, I was not able to track down the artist. GG advised going on the CLZ website where perhaps they had a playlist I could consult.

You mean radio stations have websites? Radical! (I know. You should feel sorry for me.)

I went to the WCLZ website. I couldn’t find a play list but I did find a great free music download and since they change it up every week that’s one great free song per week on my I-pod, or 52 free songs a year. Take that, I-store! In addition, a cheery guy named Ethan, the program manager at CLZ, walked onto the screen and congratulated me, Chicken, on finding the free music. I was pretty sure that someone who made me feel smart for finding the free music download (loaded under a tag that reads “free music”), would be willing to help me find my mystery song, so I wrote him this letter:

To:  ethan@989wclz.com
From:  Chicken
Subject:  New song

Hi Ethan


Last Saturday as we were driving home from Maine you played a song I loved. I think the artist's name was Michael Fontrane or Fontaine and I thought I would just look him up when I got home, but I can't find him anywhere.


Does this sound familiar to you at all? Unfortunately, I can't remember the song or even any of the words. Ridiculous, I know. Happens with two boys in the car when one wants to go to a water park, the other is hungry, and the husband is swerving in and out of traffic one-handed while simultaneously ineffectively swatting at the back seat. Sigh. I was looking forward to listening to it in peace.


On a side note, CLZ is the best music station I've ever listened to. Without it I never would have heard of John Hiatt, John Gorka, Cheryl Williams or Dar Williams (hey that was totally weird and unintended...John, John, Williams, Williams). I moved from Maine 15 years ago. I can honestly say CLZ is the only thing I haven't been able to replace. No...I lied....I also miss Red's Ice Cream in South Portland. But other than that? Yeah, miss you guys.


Also, read your profile and felt a kinship-I have a three-year-old and a 24-year-old. Guess we are both certifiably crazy.


If you can possibly tell me what that song was, I'd.....I'd.....what would I do? I'm sure you don't want my kid and buying you ice cream couldn't possibly express my gratitude. I'll blog about you. How's that? That's awesome, right?


I can feel your excitement.


Have a good day, Ethan from CLZ


Sincerely,


Chicken


btw and ps: husband was not really swatting at anyone in the back seat. I got carried away picturing a 1960s vacation drama that I may or may not have been part of. All the rest is true, though. Scout's honor.

And two minutes later, this correction:

Dear Ethan:
Now I see my fatal flaw. Cheryl Wheeler, I meant. I knew that was too coincidental to be true.

And then, because I really can’t help myself, one minute later, this one:

Dear Ethan:
Then again, Lucinda Williams? Reaalllly have to go now:-)

And even though Ethan was given plenty of evidence that he was not dealing with a mainstream chicken, he was still nice enough to respond. Then again, WCLZ’s tag line is “Different is Good”, so why wouldn’t they like me, right? Here is his response:

To:  Chicken
From:  ethan@989wclz.com
Subject:  New Song

Hi Chicken,


Yes, could be Lucinda Williams or Cheryl Wheeler :-)
Thanks for your kind words about CLZ. I feel very lucky getting to program such a diverse station!
I think that was probably Michael Franti. If you tell me the approximate time I can let you know which song.
And one kid of any age can make you a bit crazy – two about 20 years apart…
I’m glad you’re listening! And especially glad there was no swatting!

I immediately went to YouTube and found not only Michael Franti, but also Bob Schneider, on a tip from GG, who is a fellow CLZ fanatic, and finally, “The Weepies”, who were featured as one of the station’s weekly free downloads. I ended up with about 11 new favorite songs.  I wrote Ethan back to express my sincerest thanks:

From:  Chicken
To:  Ethan@989wclz.com
Subject:  New Song

Hi Ethan,


Thanks so much for writing back. Yes, I think Michael Franti is the one-Sound of Sunshine. If that's not it, I love it anyway.
Thanks again for your help-it is very appreciated. Now that I've found CLZ online, I'll be continuing my musical education and spreading the word to other deprived grown-ups in Rhode Island.
One awesome blog posting coming your way. You can have one of my kids if you want, too. I'm still kind of partial to the little one but a couple of the older ones are getting on my nerves. I'm looking forward to telling the 15-year-old that I've found a new home for him and he doesn't have to go to the pound after all, so let me know about that.
Best,
Chicken

Ethan passed on my offer of an indentured teenage servant but he did email me the website of a very nice home for ownerless pets to keep in the mind for the next time TWLITB earns himself a stay in the doghouse.

I love a DJ with a sense of humor.

As the story ends, I am not positive that even one of the 11 new songs I found and downloaded from I-tunes was the one I originally started looking for, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I found a great new music resource that I can listen to anytime I want and I made a new friend.

If you need a resource for great adult music, check online at WCLZ for their live streaming, free downloads, and new music archives. If you have a question, email Ethan.

Thanks for everything, Ethan. You rock! And not in a tragic, twirly white disco dress way, either.

Click on the Chicken Crossing the road picture to hear my new favorite song. This song is guaranteed to get you dancing in your kitchen. Go ahead and dance like no one is watching.

Chicken out