Defining.

Over the last few weeks I have been giving quite a lot of though to definitions of people. When  I was at school it was quite easy, there were the scary kids who usually fell into the newspaper definition of chavs who you only ever saw when crossing a smoky line of them at the back of the school while hoping not to get your head kicked in,  the emos which used to be the greebos or goths and they generally hung round in corners or doorways redoing their make up of pretending to be obsessed with death. The sporty kids who generally werent seen in social times because they were hanging round in changing rooms or whatever it was they did (can you tell I didnt really get close enough to them to find out) and the nerds who sat in whichever classroom was free or the library trying not to be the target of any of the others.

I think at school I kinda sat in between the emo kidlings and the nerdy ones. I did fail anything and I never toyed with the idea of self harm but I definitely wore a lot of black and had big green hair. I was like a nerdy emo....who liked electro.

These last few weeks I have had to face up to something that I thought I had left behind me at school but people still most definitely have these groups, they just change as we grow up. I had a time in my gap year working where the groups just didn't seem to apply but now I know that really I was just working on what I was about to turn into. Sure I still wear a lot of black and I'm still a nerd but I have used my nerdery to move onto foreign cinema and photography, reading books by famous authors because of the prestige of reading them and listening to bands people have rarely heard of and I do it all while wearing a pair of my moms glasses from the late 70's. Thats right this emo seems have come out of her cocoon to become a ridiculous hipster.

I read up on hipsters quite a lot on the internet recently and apparently by even acknowledging their exisitence I can't even be one. Does this make me something worse....like a hipster wannabe? I have the credentials it seems, I drink lattes and keep a blog but when I am out an see the people who are more hipster than I, I get a bit scared. I think I'm just going to continue with it though and maybe one day I'll either stop crying at Michael Cera films because they relate to how I want my life to be or I will completely submerge myself in this and move to Toronto to become a vegan artist.

Groups and Wannabes.

t xx