The opening description of the hipster, playing the trombone, is something I have encountered many times. I found myself laughing out loud.In other words, the hipster can frivolously invest in sham social capital without ever paying back one sincere dime. He doesn’t own anything he possesses.
-well said! I was born in the same year as the author, and I have to say I agree with much of what is written. This "irony" abounds all over the Internet. Nobody ever takes a stance anymore on what it is they believe in, but they take lots of opportunities to let you know what it is they don't believe in.
I was born about 10 years later but i can still relate to the author. Except the hipsters from my generation are a lot more annoying and some times even intolerable.
Q: Why did the hipster cross the road? A: (shrugs with annoyance) You don't know?
I told the joke incorrectly: Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: It's a really obscure number, you've probably never heard of it. -essentially the same joke, this version is better though. Thanks cW