Suspicious Cyclist in the Nexus of Irony?

Originally I sat down to write about being refused entry to a bank because I was wearing a suspicious bicycle helmet (I kid you not, I was told my bicycle helmet was suspicious and that I couldn't enter until I removed it) but I have been distracted by my current location in what I believe to be the nexus of irony, the focal point of hip in Vancouver.

I am in a coffee shop in the triangular block north of Broadway, between Kingsway and Main. To my right is a young woman knitting, of all things, a brown doily. She is wearing a blue sweater with silver pearls spaced evenly apart in a grid pattern across her chest. She is in her mid 20's. To my left is a guy wearing another sweater (hipsters love ironic sweaters.) His is bunchy and brown with a crocheted horse on the back. He is wearing skinny jeans, tired baby blue converse sneakers and his ironic facial hair just made me throw up in my mouth a little.

Yeah, I am being a total snob. But you know they are judging me for typing on a PC. I counted five Macs in here at one point and only one PC, my own. This is most definitely the nexus of irony and all things hip.

For more analysis of hipsters and their ironic movement, see Enid's post on March 1st 2008.