One day a young girl sat in her room. Slowly examining the properties of the area she realized a single fact. The realization emerged from her mind like a giant cat, purring to her brain cells. It said "I. Am. A. Hipster." She screamed. Shocked of this fact, this realization. Yet it made sense. The multitude of triangles, dimly lit with the smell of hippies flooding the room, and cats, so many cats, could only belong to one thing. A hipster. She then stood up and made her way to her vintage vanity and looked at her self in the clouded mirror. Mustering up all the courage she could she spoke 4 words. 4 amazing words. She said "I am Jessica Bryant" and she laughed. This horrid sound woke her sister in the room next door. Jessie had done this all at 3 in the morning. She claims she can not sleep but in reality she knows, sleeping is too mainstream. She cowers at the sound of footsteps raiding the hallway getting closer and closer to her door, until soon the ever present Megan opened the door. Megan mumbles in her half asleep daze,"Yo, Jessie. can you just sleep like a normal person god dammit your midnight realizations really piss everyone off." She then stumbles off confident she will finally sleep. Jessie then cries more then she has ever cried before. For this one sentence is a metaphor for gay rights, and feminism. How could Megan ever say such a thing. She obviously loves Chick-fil-a. In this anger Jessie slowly falls asleep while singing The Hubalinkas the whole time. You haven't heard of them? Figures.