Ding dong the hipster is dead.
Early this morning while the unsuspecting hipster population slept, heads resting softly on our organic cotton pillow-cases, spectacles resting patiently against our nearby dog-eared copies of On The Road, little did we know, there would be no single-origin long black waiting for us on the other side of our dreams.
Because ‘the hipster’, as it turns out, is dead.
Or so declared Brooklyn-dwelling writer and moustachioed millennial upstart David Infante in his ominously titled article ‘The hipster is dead, and you might not like who is coming next’.
As many have pointed out, ‘hipster’ is a frustratingly inexact term basically thrown at any and all affectations of youthful middle-class bratiness, from subcultures to suspenders.
Not content to be snarked at so non-specifically, Infante has created a new label for his particular breed of unbearable, young, creative type: The Yuccie (Young Urban Creative).
He describes the hipster/yuppie hybrid as follows:
“In a nutshell, a slice of Generation Y, borne of suburban comfort, indoctrinated with the transcendent power of education, and infected by the conviction that not only do we deserve to pursue our dreams; we should profit from them.
“Getting rich quick would be great. But getting rich quick and preserving creative autonomy? That’s the yuccie dream.”
just ate lunch. it didn’t fill the emptiness.
— David Infante (@dinfontay) June 3, 2015
So how exactly does one spot a yuccie? Happily, Infante also provided a handy checklist, which I’ve given a tweak and laid out for you below.