Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

Back in my day, the occult was the preserve of genuine fringe characters: drug-dealing Crowley acolytes, troubled heavy metal satanists, and guys from Chicopee named Tony with neckbeards who worked in pet stores. The sort of lowly, disempowered societal under-dwellers who might actually need the appearance of control in one’s life conferred by the dark arts.

Leave it to the artisanal crowd to gentrify even that part of American life.

As Newsweek reports, the occult is now very much a thing for the kind of people who have also ruined popular music, home cooking, farming, and recreational drugs

Hipsters Now Ruining the Occult

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