Hipster!

Hipster-bashing always seems a little weird, both because everyone who does it shamelessly engages in some of the practices they claim to decry as lame/queer/hipsterish and because nobody really acts like the caricatures that are created to portray hipsters. That said, this is a pretty funny riff:

It’s almost universally true that the more likely someone is to deny that D.C. has hipsters, the more hipsterish he or she is. It’s difficult, usually, to get anyone of a hipsterish bent to name someone who might actually qualify; if they do, it’s usually some unnamed fellow originally from New York who has already discovered and discarded out of boredom every band currently playing shows in the United States, and has just moved to a cabin somewhere outside of Portland in order to eat sprouts and make a series of records (vinyl only, dudes), each of which consist of a dozen singles that make use of only one note. “It’s going to be really pop, though. Or that’s what he says, anyway. I hear he’s working on B flat right now. I’m interested, I guess. But it probably won’t be as good as the third track on C Sharp.”