On the
horizon there is a new hope. Where evil dares to tread and atrocities of art
are being committed, he shall arrive on the scene. Abandoning his teal 2005
Moped for the less mainstream way of traveling - flying through the air - is
SuperHipster, savior of our time.
There’s not
much to know about SuperHipster – you’ve probably never heard of him anyway.
SuperHipster is a white male youth hailing from Brooklyn, USA. He was born
somewhere in the late 80’s, thought he’s not quite positive on the year.
SuperHipster was raised by his bohemian folks in a privileged suburb, wherein
he honed his skills and knowledge of what is hip and what simply is not. The
influences of his equally bohemian friends no doubt shaped his personality,
values and shapes, as the mind can be malleable when exposed to true art.
SuperHipster
completed some college, but then decided it was a tool of the bourgeois, a
social class he refuses to be identified with. He decided he can be just as
cultured and learned without some silly degree that his parents would’ve paid
for. SuperHipster dreams of one day opening up his own comic book studio and
publishing graphic novels of his adventures himself, because no one “gets him”
well enough to capture his likeness.
SuperHipster
has the base ability to deem whether or not a form of art is mainstream or
cool. If indeed the form of art is mainstream, SuperHipster has the ability to
change it into something more underground or avant-garde. (He also possess the
ability to fly, but that’s such a generic ability.) He gained the ability to
alter art when he accidentally fell into an unfinished Shepard Fairey piece at
an art exhibit in Brooklyn. Apparently Fairey’s art had magical properties to
it, as SuperHipster went in but a lowly ironic young man and came out only slightly
better.
SuperHipster
could change, say, a copy of “The Hunger Games” into a Bukowski novel, or a DVD
of The Expendables into a Woody Allen
drama on VHS, but he can only influence small-scale things. SuperHipster could
not, for example, alter a stadium-setting Kenny Loggins concert into Belle
& Sebastian, for he doesn’t possess the power to do so.
SuperHipster
appears as a regular hipster one might see on the street – mustachioed, lanky,
and fitted ironically. He looks fairly average, and he swears he doesn’t work
out.
SuperHipster
calls it upon himself to save people around him from ordinary, mainstream, and
boring forms of art and life. He feels that people should not be spoonfed what
is created for the lowest common denominator. His true enemies are NewsCorp,
Viacom - any members of the big seven
corporations, and any person who propagates the values such corporations would
pursue.
In the
realm of SuperHipster, there are no other entities to his knowledge that can
fly or change art, so he is an anomaly of sorts. However, in the grand scheme
of things his powers are so average that no one targets him as a threat or
anything more than a flying trust fund. The only perceptions people have of
superheroes come from comic books they have read, and in many people’s books
SuperHipster doesn’t constitute a hero more than a jazz musician or a cultural
studies professor. The fact of the matter is that SuperHipster is in essence a
well-off young white man that knows obscure facts and has a holier-than-thou
persona regarding the arts. He is an elitist of sorts, but that doesn’t
resonate much negatively or positively with the public.
SuperHipster
is necessary in that he defines the growing group of hipster millennials that
are turning politically and culturally militant, in a way. He presents a
faction of the United States youth that feels that their views are superior to
another’s but on very little basis. That basis is, in majority, that they are
upper-middle-class non-minorities with upbringings that introduced them to the
arts, so all of a sudden they walk on water.
Without
SuperHipster, I’m not certain much would be lost. Perhaps the sale of Kenny G
records would proliferate. In all fairness, perhaps art and culture would be
altered in that the underground and alternative scene embodied by SuperHipster
would be effectively gone, so that may pose a problem. What is mainstream and
what is underground when the underground scene disappears? For that matter, how
would one identify without some sort of underground or alternative scene? It
could be argued that identity complies to some degree with the notion that one
is identified to some extent by what they oppose or subscribe to. Certainly the
arbiter of one’s tastes comprises some makeup of their personality and
identity.
SuperHipster
suggests, in my mind, that privileged white young people are entitled and superior.
To go a step further perhaps he is a remark on socio-economic class and how the
boundaries still exist, especially when race is thrown into the mix. You
wouldn’t likely see a SuperHipster from the lower class, unless he or she
existed in a much humbler form of existence.