by Jen G 
While trying to figure out the point of this “hipsters deserve to die” ad on the G train (Is Die Hipster campaigning?), my Mom asked in a very concerned voice, “Jen are you a hipster?”
“What does that even mean?” I said.
It was like she was asking me if I murdered my father. She was scared of the truth and I didn’t know how to answer.
My Mom is the least…
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This die hipster nonsense is getting to me. We may have to find this turd and teach him or her a lesson. Wait till I come back from Sicily. Hold on.
That’s right! Sic my Sicilian Dad on him. Works every time…
I believe in you Jen, you can grow a beard and get into those skinny jeans!
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