Hipsters, like ice cream*, come in many flavours. The identifying mark is not dress, but attitude. Self-obsessed? Inordinately proud of being uselessly obscure? Painfully naive while attempting to seem worldly? Fashion sense of a crack-addled hobo? Hipster.
Just because the Calgary version has a different uniform, doesn't mean they aren't hipsters. The menace is everywhere.
*except ice cream, unlike hipsters, has objective worth
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Better educated sadness than oblivious joy.
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