The other day I was biking down Hampshire Street toward a 3pm lunch meeting at St. Francis Fountain when I passed some little kids sitting on a stoop. One of them nods toward me and says to the other, “Is that one?”
“Ummmmmm,” the other one regards me for a moment, “No, that’s not a hipster.”
Phewf! Or maybe not phewf? What do kids know, anyway?
3pm lunch meeting? Def a hipster.
…Riding bikes to St. Francis Fountain? Yup: hipster.
;-P
blogging about it? hipster.
3 strike rule.
Ha Ha
hipsters are just yuppies at the larval stage. they are sometimes harder to identify as they make the transition.
+1
I love this neighborhood!
FAIL! on all fronts, don’t worry you can try again tomorrow.
http://www.missionmission.org/2009/02/16/cool-dads/
Guess who turned 33 a couple weeks ago.
Oh shit
Hipsters always think they aren’t hipsters/
must a hipster be hip?