are the true "cool cats" of the world. They're those
"in the know", ahead
of the norm. They're not of the mainstream. They be eternal beatniks! (And certainly not hippies). Yes, they're people
who are-- or at least
consider themselves to be-- "hip", as in "hip to the jive". Older
hip hipsters will of course always look down on latter-day versions, those
who think themselves to be hipsters simply because, for instance, they're able
to exhibit a little facial
peach-fuzz and have a taste for some generic pop music that they've deemed to be, umm, "non-corporate". Hah!
and finger-poppin' daddies:
Knock me your lobes.
This bit of hipsterism was written
by "Lord Buckley" (Richard 'Lord' Buckley'), who was a singular, amazingly influencial (Caucasian!) comic genius that looked
like Salvador Dali, affected a British accent, dressed
in a tux and was best known
as one who performed
hipster interpretations/translations of well-known
dramatic scenes and notable speeches.
The above quote comes from Lord Buckley's version of the very
beginning of Mark Anthony's funeral
oration in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their