I love when old guys use the term "hipster". It makes me think of my old neighbor who used to walk around in his boxer-shorts that were held up by suspenders, knee high socks with the two colored bands at the top, and an undershirt. He'd always come out to get the paper, grumble something about the 'damn kids' of the neighborhood, and then retreat to his recliner that had undoubtedly not seen the light of day since 1943. He must have lived a horrible, stale, lonely life in his old age. Poor guy.