This is even more fun than that investment banker who quit Goldman Sachs by crapping all over it in yesterday's New York Times. Maybe because the damage done to America by giant Wall Street banks is nothing compared to what the hipster scourge hath wrought. If we can nitpick a bit, just because we've ended friendships with people who put Brighten The Corners above Wowee Zowee, that doesn't mean we're hipsters. It means we're in our late thirties. Get it right.