My (lack of) Hipster Cred

I'm all for geek chic glasses, skinny jeans, pricey organic vegan food, hemp scarves, and awesome music no one's ever heard, but I've recently suffered a crushing blow to any semblence of hipster credibility.  No, it's not my minivan (it's black!  it's kind of ironic!  super cushy!).  Not the preschooler and young toddler accompanying me-- they're actually very cool and creative. 

I have to just say it.  I don't love Bon Iver.  I really wanted to love them, especially after reading amazing reviews, but I bought the most recent album and spent the whole time listening to it wondering if the dude was going to sing in falsetto for every song.  I love to sing in the car and couldn't even tell what he was saying.  How could I sing along?  Yes, the songs were moving and emotional and even haunting at times.  Still, I think I'm just not a fan.  The end.

Hipster Ariel
P.S.  This is how I look every night when I realize that I haven't written enough yet for NaNoWriMo!