Since hipsters are basically the product of baby boomers' access to easy credit and home equity, I'm thinking they're going to start dying out rapidly. Or, if not exactly dying out, at least slinking away to lurk in their parents' suburban basements now that their folks can't afford the rent for their urban lofts. Forced into hiberation, as it were.
I've been seeing fewer of them around town, although it's still too early to be optimistc. They might all just be summering at a family vacation home which hasn't been foreclosed on yet.
The ones that are in town, however, are working hard to keep up to standards. Today I passed Total Hipster Couple Cliche on my way home from work; they, presumeably, were on their way to a dive bar in search of cold PBR. He had shaggy hair, a fedora and white plastic sunglasses; he looked like he hadn't eaten since high school. She was wearing a little girl's camisole tucked into denim shorts in a way that emphasized her beer gut.
The zeitgeist of Angry and Entitled gave us these creatures, who take out their inflated grievances on society by punishing us with their bad fashion. If I see one more anorexic guy wearing skinny jeans and sporting a handlebar mustache I'm going to snap...so OK, you win! We will close Gitmo and all become vegetarian!
Hipsters seem to believe the world will somehow change if they whine about it enough. Or if they get their law degree. Or if they resurrect enough trends from the eighties. Which is one thing we can agree on, actually: I would LOVE to resurrect a trend from the eighties. It's called Ronald Reagan.