What I think about Hipsters.

Hipsters are leeches; whenever they find something that was scarcely popular back in it's time, they suck the remaining life out of it to upen their ego. What tools.

In their natural habitat, they can be seen crawling around with their neon Ray Bans and neon everything else. Only they think it's still cool to pertain to a fashionable introspective of "I need attention," and yet, they still get it.

They will substitute the weapon-of-choice-instrument guitar for the less sought-out bass (Crowbar, wherever you are, I apologize). Oh, nothing gets the hipster chicks more than single-note bass lines.

So yes, carry out hiding in your corners. Everyone loves you, except for everyone currently at a year after 2005.