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You know what? I live in Portland, I drink microbrews, I have a distinctive hat (ACTUALLY distinctive, not that goddamn same narrow-brim fedora they're selling in fifty colors all of a sudden), I drive an antique car that's always in need of repair, I get all my clothes second-hand or online, I've got a small magazine I edit, and the indie film I wrote just got produced and is currently looking for distribution.

I AM A HIPSTER. There, I said it. I am the label everyone only ever applies to others. I am the thing nobody can ever admit to being. I am the Untrue Scotsman. It's me, okay? ME.

It wouldn't bother me so much, but the basic hipster joke is the same one that once bore the names of emos, goths, ravers, grunge kids, yuppies, yippies, hippies, party kids, mods, greasers, JDs, teddy boys, beatniks, and so on back to fucking flappers. It's always the same: "You're expressing your individuality by acting and dressing just like everyone else in the subgroup you deny being part of! Tee hee! That gets funnier every time!"

No offense intended to the original poster. I've just been kind of inundated with that joke (originally written by Vandal Savage about Goths) lately, and needed to get this off my chest.