It's Hip 2 Be Square
Our own Jason got his quote on over at USA Today...um...today...in an article about Hipster Dads. Spurred on by last year's New York cover story (you know, the one that used the uber-identifiable term "Grups?" Well, some 40-year-olds living in their parents' basement got it as did some Jeopardy! hopefuls, even if you didn't.) and the release of some books on today's dads, most notably Neil Pollack's Alternadad, the media seems determined to craft a new societal category to replace the ineffectual metrosexual label they lobbed on to the scene a few years ago.
Now, I'm not all that into the whole "label" thing, but I'm worried. With all this talk lately about being hip and cool, I'm not sure how hip I really am. As many of you know, I'm barreling headlong, brake-lines cut, steering's out, oh my God this isn't a parachute into 40-years-old. But I still want to be cool...hip...relevant for crissakes. I pride myself (somewhat) on being up on what's what as far as music, movies, television, etc. -- I am a pop culture whore -- but I also dig the stuff outside the popular - dammit, I have XMU and The Verge as pre-sets (yes, I also have XM Cafe, but sometimes you just need to relax after a long day). My mp3 player is currently playing Jack Black singing Let's Get It On (is there anything funnier?) but I've also heard Kasabian, Depeche Mode, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones and The Cramps in the past hour. I don't spend a shitload of cash on new vintage jeans (an oxymoron if I've ever come across one) and I will sport a t-shirt with Sesame Street characters as quickly as I can throw on a vintage (read: real) 1993 Touring the Angel Depeche Mode shirt or 1994 Pink Floyd Division Bell. My hair is groomed and still bears traces of the military cut I had for years. At times I look 40. Others? Maybe 38. 37 if I haven't shaved or showered.
I'm well-educated. I was, at one time, fairly well-read. I've traveled and I can order a beer in four languages (five if you consider making the universal sign for drink a language). I like wine, cigars, golf and scotch. I am far from being a renaissance man, but I'm no rube either.
In short, I am a guy, a father and a husband with a wide range of tastes, likes (walks on the beach, the rain) and dislikes (mean people, books without pictures). I think that's pretty damn cool...nay...hip.
Honestly, all I really want to do, is pass on my love for these things (and many more) to Little Dub and Dubyette. Nothing would make me happier than to hear Little Dub in the backseat singing " Gunter glieben glauchen globen" with the same unfettered devil-may-care attitude his father sports. Or maybe they sit with me on the couch and say the lines along with the characters in The Princess Bride. I'd love to hear Little Dubyette say "inconceivable" in a few years. That will be cool.