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I Am So A Hipster: The Hipster's Way of Letting You Know That He/She Is Not, In Fact, A Hipster

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I just got home from having a great coffee date with a great friend.

For those of you who know me personally, you will recall that I am somewhat awkward socially.  A few weeks back, my friend and I decided we wanted to meet for coffee at a local chocolaterie.  (We both lived/studied in France and anything with a European flair makes us nostalgic.)  Now, this may be news to her if she is reading this post, but my first awkward moment was when she walked in the door.  Do I get up and give her a hug since I haven't seen her in nearly two years?  (A normally functioning person would have done so.)  Do I give her a high five?  (Not what higher thinkers typically do.)  What????  (Yes, these are the things that plague my brilliant mind.)  Fortunately, she was graceful enough to have seemingly overlooked my stiff greeting and we were able to begin reminiscing.

After a wonderful and uplifting chat about France, running, gossiping about mutual acquaintances and joking about my inability to make a graceful goodbye, we said our farewells and promised we'd catch up again soon.  I am rather looking forward to it!  I had such a delightful time!

On my way home, I received a text from my sister, informing me that she had just started her own blog. (www.baitedbreath.wordpress.com...Check it out.  She kicks ass!!!)  Being the law-abiding and conscious driver that I am (not), I called her so as not to get engaged in a texting conversation while behind the wheel.  It was at this point that I realized how counter-culturally mainstream I had become:  I was driving home from a Euro-style chocolate joint, wearing a North Face jacket, clogs and pearls, talking to my sister on my new cell phone about blogging.  Yikes.  I am officially a cliché.  

So, here I sit, drinking a glass of red wine (an excellent chaser to the Honey Nut Cheerios I just inhaled), considering the age-old question great sages like Plato and Socrates debated:  Am I a hipster?  My conclusion is thus:  If it is cool to claim you are not a hipster (even though we all know that you are just that), then I will do the counter-cultural thing and admit to being a hipster.  (That way, people will know that I'm not one.)

Now don't bother me anymore.  I am much too busy acting superior, pretending that I voted for Obama and that I think Maroon 5 is "awesome."
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  1. StacieSeptember 15, 2011 at 10:33 PM

    Every time I read your blog I just laugh. Love this.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2011 at 8:28 AM

    I believe you've hit about nine items from Stuff White People Like in that one conversation. Also: not suitable for work, but check out http://www.latfh.com/. Makes my life better often.

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  3. JulianneSeptember 17, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    I love this post!! I also love that I was blogged about. Don't worry, I did not think you were awkward or at least not any more awkward than me :) A bientot!

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