Ugh, hipsters! / Tell me I'm a hipster!
"If I see one more fedora-wearing hipster striding past my house, I may hyperventilate. Which leads nicely into my next point…
"I just want a normal life. I realize that hipsters are a part of life and that there’s no use hating them… I just don’t want to be surrounded by them, like some ghostly vapor you can’t escape that takes up all the oxygen in the room, ya know? I might be mistaken for a hipster at first glance. But I’m pretty sure I’m not one.
"Yes, I have a love-hate relationship with my iPhone and my MacBook. Yes, I wore Chuck Taylors when everyone was wearing Reeboks and legwarmers, and still do (meaning I wear Chucks, not Jane Fonda gear). But, bear with me here. I do not have a single tattoo. I do not drink PBR. I do not ride a “fixy” (fixed gear bike). I do not own a fedora… Irony is NOT my chief aim when dressing myself… I wear skinny jeans, but I’m a chick, I’m allowed — I’ve been wearing skinny jeans for years… Could a hipster write such a spectacular rambling digression? Probably. Never mind."