I have been told, more than once, that I am not good at getting to the point. I have also been told (mostly by my mother) that I am a great story teller. In either case, this is my attempt.
My mom: What is a hipster? Is a hipster kind of like a modern hippie?
Me: It’s kind of like a hippie who wears clothes that look like they came out of the garbage except that it means something different to everyone and also I probably am one. Because I wear flannel shirts.
I came across this today weeks ago, and was about to send her an email with a helpful “Maybe this literature will clarify things…” when it occurred to me (for the thousandth time) that hipsterism is like one of those mind teaser games where you have to know you’re in the box to be in the box.
