Somehow I missed this when it ran in the Mercury a few weeks ago:

But the truth is, what rubs me the wrong way about this guy has nothing to do with his relative level of hipsterdom. The fact is, the guy is a self-absorbed narcissist who's overly vain about his wardrobe and hairstyle, and is generally unfriendly. As evidenced by sororities, law firms, sports teams, country clubs, sewing circles, and virtually every other social group the world over, this is by no means an exclusively hipster phenomenon. The fact remains that every demographic is composed of roughly 10 percent assholes. Buddhists, DJs, gourmet chefs, Freemasons, and ceramicists—all groups of humans are littered with pretentious twits. But intelligent, non-bigoted people generally refrain from decrying rock climbers, for instance, based on the shitty attitudes of a few. When we speak condescendingly of hipsters in reference to people like my video store clerk, the chances are that what we hate about them is that they're annoying little fucks. That they're a so-called "hipster" is entirely beside the point.

Click here for the rest. The article further delves into what exactly a "hipster" is. This much I know after reading it: I am not a hipster. I don't wear enough vintage clothing and spend waaaaaay too much time on the westside to qualify, Converse high-tops or no Converse high-tops. Plus, I'm pretty sure there's an age cut-off

Labels: hipsters, Portland