Quilling me softly

Okay, we must take issue with the notion that we’re looking at a “hipster” hedgehog, here. So the little guy (or gal!) is literate. So what? We read. We read the classics. We read the classics whilst in repose at our favorite opium den in a gentrified neighborhood. Does that mean we’re hipsters?

Oooh, alright. There it is. So JUST because we grow fair trade hats in our own garden, you’re gonna pigeonhole us as part of some kind of ridiculous subculture? Simply because we made a bicycle out of disused wayfarers and donate our neuroses to underprivileged farmers, does that mean we’re “HIPSTERS?” Wow. Just wow.

(Editor’s note - we have no idea what a hipster is)

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