screw the hip (not in an ironic way)

When we lived in Savannah, we used to think we were hipsters. We were wrong.
Not long ago after telling a yungun what kinda bike I ride (Specialized Rockhopper, the dreaded "mountain bike") he gave me a short pause, look of pity and... "that's still cool."
It's nice to ride the right bike, wear the right clothes, and listen to the right music to demonstrate my complete disdain for conformity and superiority to all you sellouts. I am a completely 100% unique and self-actualized individual. Yay me.