Conservatism for Cool Kids: Why Hipsters Aren’t as Liberal as You Think

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I can’t help but notice them daily. Their vintage flannels infiltrate my eyes; their scent of beard shampoo floods my nostrils. I entertain the thought that there must be a Conference for Skinny Lumberjacks in town — what else could account for the city’s man-bun inundation? The idea seems reasonable until I concur that they are either inefficient tree-cutters or…