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Everyone's talking about hipsters. There's this book, this show, and unnecessary thick glasses everywhere. I'm not saying they're all bad. I like many hipsters. But, in the tradition of holding very little, if anything back on this blog, I should tell you that my working definition of "hipster" (in a Christian context) is: "pretentious, semi-leftist, city-dwelling, white evangelical." Ouch. [Audrey Assad's definitely a hipster.--ed.] Probably so, but I can abide hipster tendencies as long as they don't add up to a big storm of You Suck. Just understand that I'm defined, hipster, by everything you hate. Consider:

--I like the suburbs.
--Aside from war and the death penalty, I've never felt the slightest discomfort being a Republican.
--I like Michael Bolton, and can even tolerate Celine Dion. (not ironically)
--In fact, I don't have a single piece of music that wasn't popular at some point. You've heard of them.
--I don't drink Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
--I don't wear flannel unless I'm cold.
--I don't smoke.
--When I buy glasses, I intentionally do not want them to be obvious. Skinny rims for me.
--I like sports.
--I'm nearly the opposite of a vegetarian.
--I liked Garden State well enough, but it didn't change my life.
--For the most part, I think your movies are weird, sad, and boring. Or all three.
--I still think "organic" means "composed of carbon."
--I mixed up hummus with haggis, and I don't like either one.
--I don't want my pastor to be cool; I want him to tell me the truth. I think he's already cool anyway, because he belongs to God.

I think we'll be OK. Just know that I'm mainstream, and I'm OK with that. But we agree: New Girl is hilarious.

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