Hipsters don't smoke.

This guy is walking towards me, about to pass me. I note and quickly judge his pseudo-Ray Bans and hipster-ish swagger.

I wanna yell, "Hipsters don't smoke!" or something equally asinine.

It's funny. In Californian social culture, we are taught to respect the rights of others, unequivocally. And no sooner was that pounded into our young brains, we were subtly taught that smoking=bad. So bad, in fact, that many are seeking to ban it from the state.

Hence, my gut reaction. Judgement.

His hipsterishness: judgement.

Of course, I'm the biggest accidental hipster there ever was, so I shouldn't be talking. The OC version, anyway. I'm passing him, wearing Marc Jacobs sunglasses, an obscure designer T-shirt, yoga pants, AND a yoga mat.

Ahh, life.