So the other day, my dear sister Hannah and I were having a lovely argument over whether or not I am a hipster. She insisted I was this strange breed of hipster known as the hipster 2.0. These are cyber-nerd, obscure loving, vintage fans. Think Ryan from The Office. Of course I denied it. "I'm no foolish child hipster boy man freak god puberty thing!" I thought to myself. But then I thought about that. Doesn't denying your hipsterdom make you a hipster by default. So everyone, I'm coming out of my wardrobe. (Closets are so current).
You're dealing with a hipster.