Sam showed me the photo of the bearded young-man dude holding a giant Starbucks cup -- whatever Starbucks calls their giant cups -- in one hand, ostensibly grasping his iPhone in the other. The foreshortened forearm was the giveaway. Beneath the photo, homeboy rocked a series of hashtags, one of them being #hipster. This is #Instagram, BTW. I #responded #to #Sam...
Regarding Starbucks Chump, any asshole who takes a "selfie" and # it as "hipster" is a fucking asshole chump. I mean, in general, even though we hate to admit it, you and I fall into the hipster category. It's hard to deny that, even though we/I deny it. Why? Because calling oneself a hipster is a fucking moronic act of uncool. There's no irony when a hipster calls himself a hipster, and even though we're in a post-hipster world, irony is still the fibre of being a hipster. That's why when we/I deny being a hipster, it's ironic because we're pretty fucking hip, therefore we are actually, you know… hipsters.
...What did Nas say? Oh, right: Hate me now.