but why?

As can be noted, I have not kept up with my input. Even toyed with the idea of simply letting the whole thing slide, as have my peers, the ones who started it all. With the passage of time their interest has moved on.

But now I see that as an opportunity, to have no readership at all, what a soothing idea.

And so I begin again. Alone. As it should be.

Where to?

I'll take the opportunity to revise and reintroduce the only item of import here, myself. For why am I a snob? And so snobbish a snob as to proclaim myself king? Well, without a darkness there could never be a light.

That is to say that my hatred toward most things branches from the intense love toward those few things which I find of value. A fact which I had been previously under the pretense of denying. In fact, my original concept for a blog was to write about ideas I would have, in a tense and tone suggesting I thought myself the first to think of it. This would undoubtedly harness the elitism and precociosity of blog readers, they would find articles relating to my topic and send me links to prove I was naive and childish, while I meanwhile saved myself the work of researching the topic myself, I'd effectually have a company of loyal puppets working diligently to serve my material to me on a tray.

I still think it would be a good idea, and that it would work, but I'm stuck on the name. How snobly of me.

A prospective new direction for the LifeSnob will be to examine things of value, knowing that for it to be examined here, it must first have passed through extensive cullings and survived.

One such item, a simple example being a product, can be found here.

I bet you don't think this post is about you

Carly Simon's 1972 You're so Vain has that beautiful little Catch-22 that I've always loved. After all, it is about you, you vain vain man (whomever you actually are).
That same Catch-22 has arisen in contemporary society. I'm talking about "hipsters." Much like any other overly dramatized "sub"culture I hate hipsters, and love them. I love to hate them and I hate to love them.

The fact is that the existence of hipsters is a depressing sign of the disconnect between everyday life and any actual concrete life-sustaining force. But on the other side, since that disconnect does indeed exist, hipsters provide a great deal of entertainment during all of my down-time.

The hipster sect of today is not very dissimilar to the fluorescent punks of the late nineties, the flannel-clad grunge kids of the early nineties, the downright scary eighties fads, and every other youth identity since youth labor laws made them necessary. The thing I love about hipsters is their distillation of purpose; their aim is simple. Unclouded by the feeling of the grungies and the political significance of the punks, the hipsters only care about being hip, and since that's all any of those other kids were doing I think the hipster's honesty is a healthy new realism.

Now to tie in the title, the most hipster thing one can do is to talk about hipsters, and also to claim that you yourself are not one (thus the 22nd Catch). An interesting phenomenon which sets hipsters apart from other past cultures is their inclusion tendencies. While still encapsulating all the same rites of elitism they include rather than exclude by default. Whereas with punks one would have to exert a significant amount of effort in dress, lifestyle, even diet to develop credibility; hipsters do all this so as not to be a hipster. Seemingly the concept is to be so hip and on the cutting edge of hip things as to surpass hipness and achieve individuality.

This of course brings the hipster's disconnect value exponentially higher than those who came before. Mathematically identical to the idea of starving so much you become well-fed, spending money until you are rich, or brushing your hair until it looks unbrushed. Hmmm, perhaps that last one was... well... Interesting.

credibility, and stupidity

Not wishing to push my credibility as a blog author beyond its limits I decided to let Google (and thusly the popular majority as I understand it) give me my topic. I searched for "stupidest thing" and was immediately disappointed.
Based on the search results you'd think our lovely little world were relatively intelligent. Most of what appeared were (whaddya know?) blog entries talking about things they thought were stupid.
Not that I disagree, they and their subjects were holistically stupid, but not in any sort of interesting way, and if not interesting, what's so interesting about writing about it?
The pictures were equally uninteresting, the first and most popular image result for "stupidest thing" was of a girl who's face had been mauled by the family dog one morning before school. Stupid, but in a tragic and horrific way. The only possibly appropriate candidate was this blandly inhumorous cartoon.
So I had to go completely elsewhere for my material, and it wasn't hard, my intuition led me straight to it with one of the stupidest things I can think of off the top of my head.
Now that's good family entertainment.

the power of persuasion

There seems to be a consensus among my friends that this blog is, in fact, a good idea. After some discussion and their prerogative to revamp the blog's layout to my taste, I've agreed to take on the blog in a serious manner.
I can not and will not guarantee anything. I have many harsh opinions of many things and an affinity for hatred, however I do not foresee myself devoting any sort of passion toward this venture.
I don't even enjoy reading blogs, why should I expect to enjoy authoring one?
I suppose if there were any blog worth my time, it would be my own. After all, the best book is a blank one.

New Blog (Dumb Idea)

I created this blog on a recommendation of a friend, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that its come to fruition I have lost interest and feel that its a worthless endeavour.

Don't expect to see more from this blog in the future.