“Listen, if you’re not an a whole, I really don’t care what you are.”
This seems to be an excellent working philosophy as expressed by one lady to the Man on the Street Reporter – who looks suspiciously like a Hipster to me. The Man in the Street was searching for Hipsters, or for those who could identify them. Sadly, he found no one who admitted to being a Hipster, nor anyone who could nail down precisely what comprises the Hipster mystique.
They are obviously shy creatures, and despite the general hubbub in the media, they’re more difficult to spot than a unicorn… Unless, of course – they’re disguised as the normies?
