Someone called me a 'hipster' today. Just walked by me and shouted out in an accusatory fashion, "YOU FUCKEN' HIPSTER!!"
I'm really, really NOT a hipster. Like, at all. I'm so mainstream even people in the mainstream feel indie around me. I assume it had to do with how I was dressed and I'd never picked my own style out as being anything but, well, mainstream. Today I wore: dark skinny jeans (which fat girls shouldn't wear but I do), white-and-yellow striped knee socks over the jeans and scrunched down around the tops of my brown biker boots; white tank top under a loose, oversize, shapeless Henley shirt; fingerless gloves; purple glasses; purple beret; denim jacket with badges on it; thin scarf. (It IS January!!)
Oh my god, did New York turn me into a hipster? I think I might have to cry...
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