Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine prototypical non-conformist you are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo you adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art go analog baby, you’re so post-modern