Observational Observations 1

I have come to be aware of a strange breed among the humans lately.
They are called, by those who care about their habits, 'hipsters', and are spreading about through the population at an ironically fast pace.
For the lucky bastards reading this from a location other than Earth, just know that a hipster is essentially a blob of plaid, layered hair, vintage necklaces and oddly colored sneakers that pump bizarre, unheard of music into their heads to assist them in taking photos for their blogs about free-verse poetry  that contain the appropriate amount of emotional depth, and hints of a higher understanding glazed tastefully in an abstract blur of a color no one has ever heard of.
I fail to understand why all of the above are necessities to originality, and prefer instead to laugh with my fellow victims of exile at the irony that 'hipster' is now a popular stereotype.
Perhaps if there are enough of them, their existence will simply cancel itself out due to tragic frustration over the sudden widespread popularity of being obscure and unknown.
Though, even in my dimension, such luck would generally be ruled as 'against the laws of physics' and imprisoned for 14 years.
The last time luck was imprisoned for being against the laws of physics, was about 7 earth years ago when the insufferably blonde, squeaky and conceited  princess Hilary Brittany Lollipopstar vanished suddenly from her coronation ceremony on the planet Frurya beta, saving millions of lives from certain suicide.

It was later let out on bail when it was discovered she had merely been shifted over a dimension or two to the left and was now called 'Justin Bieber'.