The title says it all. My hipster-hatin’ is not as strong as it used to be, but they’re still fun to mock. However, since I was called a hipster by the New York Observer, maybe I am one and don’t even know it. As an experiment, I stuck myself in one of the panels to see how out of place I’d be, and uh, it’s a pretty good fit.
If you missed it over the weekend, here’s the link to my most recent NYT cartoon, which unfortunately has no farts in it.
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