I’ll admit it: at times I can be an unbearable hipster.
It’s terrible. It really is. The thought makes me get all squirmy like a four year-old being made to eat her peas when she really does not want to. I get the urge to stamp my foot and shout “no!” a bunch of times before throwing my peas all over place. That’s right: being told that I am a hipster makes me act like a child which really does nothing to help me prove that I am above that. Rather it merely confirms their beliefs.