I'm pretty much immersed in my suburban milieu these days and don't get out much. The hipster subculture has always been something of an abstraction to me and I don't think I have ever seen one up close.
Anyway went for a few beers after work on Friday, some joint made out of shipping containers and chicken wire, tucked away up a piss-reeking alley. Was OK enough swilling and sitting on an ironic tea chest of some sort until they ran out of my favourite beer of the moment and the sun went down and and it filled up with weedy herberts sporting self-conscious peach fuzz and messenger bags and their little sisters' t-shirts. I think one of them hissed at me.
Was I among hipsters? It was kind of creepy.