Horrible self-realization
Today, I came to a sad and horrible self-realization.
I AM NOT A HIPSTER.
I went to that hipster-dress-up-site-thing and none of the outfit/hair/face options looked remotely like me.
My husband said I am too “stylish” and more of a “get a job, you dirty hippies” type.
The man knows me better than I know myself.
