Well, they have plenty of problems, but nobody’s perfect. The thing about hipsters that most concerns me, however, given the fact that we often end up at the same parties, is that they have no dance moves. Lord knows they dance—wildly spasming to Animal Collective, clutching red wine in Ball mason jars—yes they do.
But they don’t have moves. There’s no hipster equivalent to the Charleston or the jitterbug, no jit or hustle. Hipsters can shake their bodies with as much spit and fire as anyone, but aside from the basic Thriller gestures and a few ironic parodies of electrodance, they have no communal dance steps. They lack a language of movement.
I’m spending the summer working with a group of African American teenagers and someone gave a speech to the group tonight about Detroit music and dance. As she was talking about hip rolling duels in dance halls, I realized that the problem with hipster culture is that it has no dance steps. Now, I like hipster dance parties, but what kind of a culture has no dance steps? That’s no culture at all.
What they’re missing.