Hipster or not (or why you shouldn’t care)
I’m giving fair warning. This post will ramble, the result of series of encounters with an theme that flowing around inside my head for some time, all centered around the term “hipster.” The other day, at work, while conversing with a friend regarding music, he made the comment that he thought that I might be a hipster based on the music I was listening to and the fact that I had chosen to wear a bow tie that day. We’ve only known each other for only a short time, and, really, only in a professional manner. I mean how much can you really know anyone if you’ve only seen them in work clothes. See a person when they are not restricted in what they wear or how they comb their hair, you’ll know who you’re dealing with. See a person in the shoes they wear when they are not required to be anything, and you know the person. He had only seen me in the suits that I wear to court and the khaki’s and blazers I wore on less formal days, not in the jeans and t-shirt a...