A lot of denizens of Brooklyn have a tendency shy away from “hipster” and associations with “hipsterism.” I don’t get it. When did hipster become pejorative?
I went to a liberal arts school, blog about progressive politics, and am casually wearing a silk vest.
I bought the earrings from a girl who went to Dartmouth and specializes in eco-friendly design. I own three different fedoras. I’m writing this on a MacBook. I’m drinking looseleaf, fair-trade tea. I knew who the fuck Arcade Fire was. Irony is one of my favorite humor devices.
If I’m not a hipster, I don’t know what is.
Categories: Autobiographical Stories, Nerd Out Tags: Brooklyn, hipster, hipsterism, irony, Mac, Who is Arcade Fire?, Williamsburg