Shabbat Musings

I belong to a Jewish organization here in DC that sets up Shabbat Clusters a few times a year. They match interested people with a group in a particular geographical area, based in some way on religious observance, location, age group, and singles/couples. My new group met for the first time this evening a few metro stops away from my house, and it was just a lovely time. Shabbat Cluster dinners are held at somebody's home, and generally tend to go late, if the crowd is a good one- it's pretty common for dinner to spill into drinks and chatting until midnight. Tonight was no exception.

One theme that we discussed after dinner, once some people had headed out, was whether or not I am a hipster. Here were the arguments for my being "hipster":
- awareness of geocaching
- wearing all black (not entirely true- I had on a beige camisole. And I meant to wear my green/blue Seraphim shawl but it was too hot in the apartment for wool over my sweater)
- my admitting that I can rock a porkpie (it's a kind of hat- I actually look good in most styles of hats- I wish I could get away with them as a fashion accessory at work without looking like a... um, hipster)
- reading XKCD, a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language
- my open love for the local dive bar, where my "peeps" are- admittedly, many of whom are "hipsters"
- my glasses, which are apparently uber-hipster. I was going for "sexy librarian," but I can see that.

I thought all of these were really more geeky than hipster. Except maybe the clothing and glasses.

What is hipster, anyways? I never think of myself as fitting into a people group in that way. Jewish, yes. Knitter, yes. Crazy crafter, of course. But hipster? That seems so foreign. I've never based my clothing choices on any particular group or trend, as is painfully obvious to those who know my eclectic and not very fashion-forward tastes. And I've never fit into those education-based groups- I wasn't preppy, or goth, or a jock (HA!), or anything like that. Just me. Maybe dramatic. Maybe unusual. Is that all hipster is, really?

Besides, I thought the current hipster model included skinny jeans and really long shirts. My body is definitely not aligned with these current fashion choices!

What will people remember of these early years of the 2000s- we seem to have stolen most of our fashion trends from the past. There's 70s looks, 80s looks, and even some grunge creeping in. People have taken on historical fashion (empire waists, cigarette pants). Is there some current style that kids in 2045 will look back and say "that is SO 2005!" I wonder. In the meantime, I'll just keep wearing my wacky choices on the weekends, and my formal suits Monday through Thursday. And blending the two on Fridays, when I can get away with it. I think I might wear bright red shoes and black slacks every Friday for the next month. Does that make me hipster? Or just me.

We also discussed the history of DC and the local roadways, for the record, while enjoying delicious potluck food. I baked an angel food cake, and I forgot how much better they taste homemade, rather than store bought. We even had a brief discussion of kashrut, the Jewish dietary laws, over brownies and my strawberries-and-whipped-cream-topped cake. It's pretty rare and handy hanging out with cartographers, grad students, and software engineers. Shabbat dinners in the DC area are never dull!