The Anatomy of Hipsters

To identify a hipster, you must understand what they are, where they live, what they do, and how long it takes them to explain where they got their sweater (don’t ask, it’s always vintage.).

Urban Dictionary defines hipsters as such:
Hipsters are a subculture of men and women, typically in their 20s and 30s, that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter.

Hipster hubs include Portland, OR; Brooklyn, NY; and Austin, TX. These areas have been groomed by counter-culture junkies to be a breeding ground for the up-and-coming generation of hipsters. Frequently, you will find hipsters at farmer’s markets, local coffee shops, craft breweries, the newest vegan restaurant, underground shows (literally and figuratively), second-hand stores, live theater, and miscellaneous venues. The list of hipster habitats really goes on and on.

A run-of-the-mill hipster can be identified by a few key qualities:
Glasses. Not always prescription.
Plaid. Always plaid.
Jeans. Rolled-up.
For those who identify as male: a beard or Man Bun
For those who identify as female: high waisted pants and a seemingly “effortless” bun that took them a half-hour to style

Now, the hipsters of Hipsters Having a Bad Day have a few trademark qualities:

Anatomy of a Hipster
The Anatomy of a Hipster Having a Bad Day

At its core, Hipsters Having a Bad Day plays on all the tropes of a hipster. The twist, if you will, is the concentration of hipster habits gone awry. That’s what makes it so GD funny. However, HHABD was not always as comically refined as it is now. Previous versions were only characterized as hipster in their appearance (which I will admit, was rough).

As I wrote the book, I wanted to make sure these illustrations were without a shadow of a doubt, the most hipster they could possibly be. Copy evolved from, “Tao’s tattoo was spelled wrong,” to “Tao saw someone else with the same tattoo,” which is a hipster’s nightmare. By releasing myself from the limitations of an alliterative alphabet book, I introduced 32 brand-spankin’ new Hipsters to the gang.

I can’t wait for you to meet them.