I’m not going to lie, I stared at this thing for like five minutes until I realized what insect it was. #EnglishMajor
Yes! It’s time! It’s time for the greatest, most wonderful day of the year!
IT’S TIME FOR HIPSTER DAY.
Hipster Day, as you may or may not ever have heard of, is a national holiday invented entirely by me in which the hipster masses of the nearby Philadelphia region ages 18-72 gather together to celebrate their complete incompetence in de-cluttering. Or taking showers. The definition is open to interpretation. Now, you might be wondering, “But Magali, we live in Philadelphia! We go to Temple University! Isn’t every day hipster day?”. And to that I’ll give two answers:
1) It’s Queen Magali, peasant.
2) You’ve never seen it quite like this.
This handy chart should help you determine what exactly is a hipster. I have an even more straightforward definition: people who are into photography.
Hipster Day is not like Thanksgiving (mostly because giving thanks for anything constitutes caring, which hipsters are allergic to), or Christmas (though they do wear those sweaters, so you’d be excused for thinking that). It does not come on the third Thursday of November, or the 20th of every month, or on the second lunar cycle of Venus. No, it does not take place on Wes Anderson‘s birthday. In fact, it does not fall under a specific date at all. Hipster Day is decided by a higher power, a force much more powerful than you and I. It is the deity that is R5 Productions, and they have picked this Sunday, December 9th, to host the annual Punk Rock Flea Market.
Ergo, Hipster Day!
Philly’s R5 Productions has been hosting this event for ten years, with over 2,500 people making their way through the Starlight Ballroom in a single day for some good old-fashioned Antiques Roadshow showdown. And what exactly does that entail? Over 300 tables of vendors selling silk-screened everything, jewelry, bicycles, laptops, furniture, power tools, books, videos, posters, home made clothing, used clothing, art, and a record fair across the street at Starlight Ballroom just in time for the holidays!
How can you even think about finals when you know these things exist
Also they sell some vegan food but I considered that whole lifestyle too offensive for my blog.
Whatever, hippie.
So when you find yourself unable to do anything other than stare at your monumental pile of finals notes and cry on Sunday, December 9th, why not take a break and wander round the Starlight Ballroom (461 N. 9th St.) from 11AM-5PM and get that Christmas list out of the way? Your $3 donation and all other proceeds go to keeping shows at the First Unitarian Church and other all-ages venues alive and kicking in Philly (my not 21+ self thanks you kindly). And while you’re there, remember to honor Hipster Day and reach out to a fellow hipster in need- sure, they might insult your non-organic can of coca cola and talk for hours about something called Vonnegut (some new kind of car, perhaps?), but it’s the holiday season. You can do this.
Good luck!
Queen Magali
