Attention Hipsters: Your Trends Are So DeadPosted by Lisa Franzetta, ALDF's Director of Communications on July 5th, 2011
In hipster enclaves from Silver Lake to Williamsburg, the long July 4 weekend no doubt meant a serious run on PBR, miles of windblown bangs, and artfully-uniformed ironic dodge ball games (the short shorts! the tube socks!). All in good fun, unless you got a badly timed tattoo last week and spent our nation’s Independence Day hiding in the shade with a piece of Saran Wrap on your bicep.
I mean, I can abide your trends, you hipster people, though they may creep me out (mustaches), confuse me (Pocahontas-style headdresses), endanger pedestrians (fixie bikes), and generally fail to flatter (ironic detachment). But kitsch should never come at the cost of animal cruelty—and there are a few hipster trends that need to be as over as MySpace.
First of all, ladies (and certain fabulous boys): your Ke$ha-inspired hair feathers are fun, they are funky, they are totally giving you that tousled, “Whoa, I just woke up in a dumpster!” look that you so covet. Well done. The long, skinny feathers, called hackles, have traditionally been used by fly fishermen to make lures, and they are plucked from the butts of specially-bred roosters—roosters who have to be slaughtered by the tens of thousands each year so their hackles can be “harvested.” The New York Times reported last week that the trend is so prevalent, rabid stylists have been raiding fishing shops around the country, “causing fly shops and hairdressers to compete for the elusive plumes.” Generally speaking, I’d love to put my money behind the hairdressers in a death match with fishermen. But instead of killing birds for the sake of your hair extensions, how about you just pop on a trucker hat and call it a day?
All that hair styling can make a hipster hungry—and a certain bougie brand of hipster has embraced the local food movement with open, pinup-covered arms. At its foundation, eating locally—i.e., purchasing fresh, healthy food produced by farmers within, say, less than 100 miles away—is an important and admirable goal that will bring us closer to the production of our food supply, from which we have been so freakishly distanced in the last one hundred years of human history. But too often, I hear arguments for “locavorism” used to defend the continued consumption of meat by people who claim to be motivated by the goal of environmental sustainability. The Harvard Business Review blog recently did its part to debunk the myth that “the best way to shrink your food-related carbon footprint associated would be to buy from near by.” Rather, in explaining a study published in the Journal of Environmental Science and Technology, they note that meat requires so much more energy to produce than plant-based foods, “just moving away from meat for one day a week is more effective than buying everything you eat locally.” It’s enough to make you let your membership to the Elite Artisanal Butchery Club for Urban Man-children lapse.
And so we come to today’s final hipster trend that ought to be dead because it is, in fact, literally dead. I realize I’m very late to the party when it comes to commenting on the sudden ubiquity of bacon, but hipsters—you’ve taken it too far. In my own hipster haven of Oakland, California, I’ve come across, in the last week alone, bacon chocolate bars, bacon doughnuts, and a bacon-infused whiskey option for my cocktail. Die-hard hipsters, I realize, may be operating under the precept that everything blue collar is cool again—including coronary artery disease, apparently (and excluding actual jobs, if the bars in my neighborhood in the middle of the afternoon are any indication). Maybe you just feel left out if you aren’t one of the skinny jean-clad legion making frequent Facebook status updates about the deliciousness of bacon. If I’m talking about you, please wipe the grease off your plastic-framed glasses and watch Mercy for Animals’ most recent investigation of an Iowa pig farm. Released just last week, the footage shows “small piglets being hurled to a concrete floor; large, fully grown sows gnawing the bars on their tiny cages; pigs with open sores lying untended on the ground; piglets squealing as their tails are cut off without benefit of anesthetic; and workers tossing live piglets back and forth and describing them as ‘bouncy.’” I cannot imagine anyone with a human heart watching this video and continuing to be able to gobble down bacon--no matter what degree of soullessness he wishes his style to convey.
Any other animal-unfriendly trends that need to be retired to the Vice magazine “don’t” pages? Share your comments!