This is a joke. The author is responsible for the opinions expressed in the text.
I’m not hip anymore, it’s just the realization. I realized this last winter when my friends were talking about something called “Kite on Ice.” I had no idea who Kite was or why I wanted to see something whose name breathed children’s entertainment.
I quickly realized that this should be something I knew. Above all, the fact that I knew nothing about the “musically groundbreaking production” was an embarrassing reminder that I no longer had “it.”
The same thing happened again in the fall. This time friends were talking in a group chat about collecting (eating) schnitzels to win prizes. Again, I realized that I had completely missed Schnitzel Week, “the week for all Schnitzel fans,” and was therefore looking like an idiot without adding anything to the Schnitzel discourse.
Then let’s not even talk about the moment when, after hearing that the readers of DN (!) had chosen the song as the best of the year, I was forced to listen to “Berghain” by the unknown artist Rosalía. My ears heard what sounded like music from a fairly generic movie soundtrack, but clearly I was missing some great art here.
In fact, not understanding the song the first time should be part of the awesomeness. Once again – an embarrassing mishap.
It’s easy to attribute my beginnings of moroseness to factors such as my past youth or my family life. But at the same time, I think that the supposed lack of campfires in our time around which all of Sweden can gather is the culprit in my drama.
Now there are too many options, and the campfires that actually exist are too easy to miss. I don’t know at all how to find them. Despite the supposed death of these campfires, all colleagues and friends seem to watch the same shows, read the same books and go to the same restaurants. But how does everyone manage to find the same cultural works in this huge selection?
The entertainment magazines and blogs are dead. So I can’t search there. And there aren’t any really hip people hanging out on Instagram, right? Or am I so confused that I don’t understand that hip people no longer have Twitter accounts and are now hanging out on Tiktok?
Maybe there’s a secret email list I don’t know about that tells me what to talk about this week? Please write to me if yes.
Read other home series, for example “The Flanören”, which is about always choosing the laziest option.
