Unhipster
With two daughters currently living in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, I visit there on a regular basis. It is a very interesting place. I have heard it referred to as the “hipster” capital of NYC. I am so unhip that I had to look up what a “hipster” is. Having done so my only conclusion is that under no definition am I a “hipster.” I am about to start collecting social security, have no piercings, no tatoos and no black jeans. I have khakis and polo shirts. I am going to work on a new “label.” “Baby boomer” just doesn’t cut it.
You forgot to mention that you call jeans “dungarees.” But you are still the chillest daddo I know
