She’d made quick work of two fundamental truths about hipsters: that they had all been miserable kids, the boys too sensitive and the girls too willful for the social systems of the late twentieth century; and that nobody wanted to admit they were one of them. “I think what bothers me,” Hannah said, “is that we found our place, and then we immediately went and turned that place into basically another version of high school. Only we get to be the kings this time. Like, it’s a little…embarrassing?”
