In his second post, Retroactive Hipness, Rob writes about Mainers' being hip.
Maine seems to have what I would call "retroactive hipness." I find the state and its people enormously hip, but not in the Soho gallery, pencil-thin, all-black-clad, wine spritzer, closest-to-the-latest sort of way.... No, I mean a hipness that's derived from, to paraphrase the Mamas and the Papas, making your own kind of music, and it expresses itself in doing things that people did in the Depression as a matter of course: gardening, canning, knitting, crafting, woodworking, raising farm animals, et cetera, et cetera.If he defines hipness as raising livestock, vegetable gardening, home canning, DIY home renovation/woodworking, etc.etc.etc., than I am seriously hip. I am the master of hipness. I have a Ph.D. in hip. I never in a million years would have dreamed I'd be considered hip. Me, a liberal, fashion-impaired educator, hip. Wow.
Welcome to Maine, Rob. If this is how you are going to be blogging, I'll be a real fan.