Because I'm now older and still trying to live young while living in a city full of older people still trying to live young, the question of when and when not to still be hip is one of major concern. Luckily, as I have never been truly hip, this dilemna doesn't really affect me that much. It does, however, affect others. To whit, when to give up on the hipster look and when to still hold true. The line between hip and pathetic, like the line between clever and stupid, is negligable.

I did, however, come to a pretty major conclusion on all of this while walking around the hood the other day: if you are in your mid-thirties and a woman, and you are wearing a fake leopard skin jacket that falls to your knees while also wearing a black t-shirt that reveals the belly rolls you have aquired from too much Pabst drinking, you might consider giving up the hipster look.