"I'm making a zine lampooning hipsters," I told her.
She laughed. "But you're a hipster!"
"I am not!" I replied, aghast. "I care about what I do! I have heart. And I don't want to be 'cooler' than anyone else."
But then I realised I'm making a zine and I have a blog and I blogged about making the zine. All this while we were approaching a bar that you have to text a password to enter.
Am I just a hipster in denial?