Hipsterism... Skewered. Or Through-Axled Anyhow

This is where about 30% of us, the most stylish and hip and progressive among us actually, suddenly realize, "Oh fuck... I'm a pathetic retrogrouch. Nothing more, nothing less." More here, if you have the courage to click through. Have a nice week, don't spill your Fair Trade Coffee out of your hand crafted Oaxacan Indian Commune mug onto your hand knitted hemp pants over this. It may be true, you may be pathetic, but if so, we're in the same boat. Or really, we're in different boats but we're all in the same flotilla. And if you gotta send me hate mail over this, do it by email. Your Smith-Corona has an annoying habit of putting the first letter after every paragraph return into a subtext position. It's precious-annoying, not precious-precious, and you'll never get it fixed because the last manual typewriter repairman died about 20 years ago. Obsolescence: fun to laugh at, fun to partake in, hell to realize that you're just an embodiment of it. As for me... I welcome our new cybernetic overlords. From the comfort of my wood paneled, steampunk mancave.