Understanding Hipsters: An Undercover Operation
Somewhere in America right now a Religious Studies graduate in white shutter shades is sucking the Pabst Blue Ribbon from his wispy mustache while listening to a pig-tailed girl offer her position on Metamorphosis. They are hipsters. I know this because I met them. They hang out in front of a Coffee Bean. They are Aubrey and Aubrey and they live for the moments when strangers suggest that name ought to be gender exclusive. They work part-time gathering signatures for obscure causes and spend the rest of their time arguing about Sartre and Derrida and who borrowed whose pants. They are preparing for a revolution, slowly.
For some, posing comes naturally.
Horrible? Or adorable?
Aubrey was good at discretely taking his own photo.
Somewhere, someone is very proud.
Nothing says youth in revolt like earmuffs.
"Did... did you just piss yourself?"
The future, in the capable hands of a hipster.
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