How ironic that as Douglas Haddow delicately severs the hipster from any sort of cultural patrimony—denying hipsters the legacy of the beats, punks, hippies, and hip hop (all of which, by the way, “hipsterdom,” as he so lugubriously calls it, draws from)—he never questions his own right to complete ownership (and interpretation) of Western Civilization. Do you think he realizes that nothing he’s written hasn’t been written before of each generation of youth culture? He’s worked the hipsters into Adbusters’s particularly endearing brand of pouty apocalypticism, but the gesture he makes sounds a lot like those who called Paul Klee and Mies van der Rohe degenerates.