Meet the hipster sexist…
The hipster sexist is your intelligent friend in his skinny jeans, sipping on his chai latte, shutting down your opinions on the latest band because “he knows more about it”.
The hipster sexist is your dad jokingly telling your mum to “get back to the kitchen” with a wink and a grin in front of his friends.
The hipster sexist is your boyfriend who's "really not like most guys" but ironically/not-ironically treats you like a porn star in bed.
The term “hipster sexism” was coined by Alissa Quart in New York Magazine, after the term “hipster racism” took over the internet in 2012. The hipster sexist is an educated, liberal person who thinks it’s cool to say sexist things in an ironic or mocking way because they are ‘self-aware ‘and think they are above sexism. However, these subtle forms of racism and sexism are potentially even more problematic. Even putting the word “hipster” in front turns sexism and racism into something casual and cool.
I know I feel super justified when I stick my finger up at a dude who has made me feel uncomfortable simply because of my gender. We’ve all seen that guy who whistles at you when you walk down the street or touches you inappropriately at a bar or club when you literally JUST WANT TO DANCE WITH YOUR FRIENDS. Yeah well, that guy doesn’t really have a leg to stand on, he’s done a shitty, obviously sexist thing, whereas your friend, your dad and your boyfriend can be hard to confront because they swear they are feminists! And the probably are, they probably do believe in gender equality and they’re probably inspired by your passionate words on feminist issues. It’s easy to think that maybe it’s not such a big deal and we should let these little discrepancies slide. Because actually, your friend loves when you talk about what you are passionate about, and your dad can’t be sexist because mum has been the primary bread winner, and he actually cooks quite a lot, and you can’t really blame your boyfriend for sexualising you because you kind of enjoy it?
But it’s this kind of everyday sexism I have more recently started to notice, the small subtle things, from the people that are meant to be on my side. And it has come a point where “just dealing with it” has become exhausting. Now if my dad were to tell mum to get back to the kitchen I might just throw one of her freshly baked strawberry tarts in his face. Because the truth is, your friend, your dad and your boyfriend should know better.