Sweetleaf wrote:
I gotta lay off the vinyl or something or I shall be doomed into hipsterness.
I really enjoy vinyl, and I'm lucky to live near a record store that sells used but good quality classic albums for a $1. While I sincerely enjoy record shopping for my own delight, I've picked up on a pretentiousness of the people who work in these places. There's no camaraderie, they don't see me as "one of them." Not that I'm looking to be accepted, but it's sort of a "
You're into vinyl? Pff, I can't take you seriously. You don't dress the part and speak the lingo. You must be doing this just to feel cool."
I find it odd, but this seems to be a standard belief among these people. They seem perplexed that not only do I share the interest, but that it has nothing to do with wanting to fit in with anything.
Personally, I think it's cool when random people, seemingly much different than myself, share an interest. It's something to make conversation about. But a lot of people treat their interests as tribal, and if you aren't tribe, you must be an intruder.