The other day I was biking down Hampshire Street toward a 3pm lunch meeting at St. Francis Fountain when I passed some little kids sitting on a stoop. One of them nods toward me and says to the other, “Is that one?”
“Ummmmmm,” the other one regards me for a moment, “No, that’s not a hipster.”
Phewf! Or maybe not phewf? What do kids know, anyway?