Indie Cred and Your Fashion Debts

Punk cred, scene cred, and most recently, indie cred. The weaker-willed of the fashion-influenced demographics strive mightily to gain the invisible currency that is peer-support. However, those that operate the higher echelons of their trend refuse to give up even a shred of their respect to the plaebians that attempt to make people like them. 

The problem is this:
Scenesters can smell desperation.

It’s almost as if it’s an experience honed ability, similar to one achieved after ‘levelling up’ in an RPG video game. When one has truly grasped the teachings of their ’scene’, they are aware of those that truly have no idea what they’re actually doing: the indie-kid who believes that “you only ever find the best items in op-shops” is totally rejected by the worn hipster who’s long since acknowledged that the quality of what you wear is irrelevant, it’s the combination of items. The ‘emo’ who still maintains their Myspace in 2011, replete with All Time Low and Mayday Parade lyrics, gives an eyeliner-stained glare to the thirteen-year-old who considers herself a ’scene-queen’ after attaching some coon-tail dyed hair extensions.

As sappy as it may be, the numerous trends apparent in modern society and those that are absolutely miserable at filling them make it all the more obvious that people need to find a niche that they fill instinctively; a place that means they don’t need to seek the appreciation of others and are comfortable without needless, and often ugly, desperation.