Like, dig! I’m in step.
When it was hip to be hep, I was hep.
I don’t blow but I’m a fan.
Look at me swing. Ring a ding ding.
I even call my girlfriend “man,”
‘cuz I’m hip…
—Dave Frishberg, “I’m Hip,”1965
It has been well said that ‘the arch-flatterer with
whom all the petty flatterers have intelligence is a
—Francis Bacon, “Of Love,” 1605