The interwebz is the home of hipsterdom. Sanctuary, a place of tormented self-expression and polaroid blogs. Frankly, I love everything like that. I don’t ride a bike, I don’t own an iphone, and I don’t drink boutique beer at underground lounges. But I do love reading poetry in the sun and self-deprecation.
Urban Dictionary’s definition of hipsters (oh how they’d loathe to be defined).
Hipsters are a subculture of men and women typically in their 20’s and 30’s that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter.
Ironic self-aware hipster blogs
Unhappy hipsters (Pretty houses juxtaposed with hipster captions)
And just a prove I’m not hipster (cough): Writing Quote of the Week
“All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all ones knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention.” – George Orwell