as I was a while back, there’s a wonderful little essay by Tim Whitaker in the Philadelphia Weekly that hits the nail on the head:
“Today everybody tries to be a hipster, which is why there aren’t any. . . . It’s become a designation without import. Trying to be a hipster today requires acts of exclusion, which may be why the line to get in is so short.
“Carson didn’t exclude–not ever–which is why millions watched, and why we liked him, literati and mill workers alike. We didn’t know or care if he believed in God or Darwin, voted with the red-state views he was born into or the blue-state beliefs he was surrounded by, liked Scotch when chilling at his Malibu house or preferred to blow a joint watching the waves crash against the rocks from his perch on the bluff. That was his business. It was a pact we’d bought into long ago.”
D.
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