I just heard a story about “Hipsters” on NPR, and surfed over to this: NPR : ‘The Hipster Handbook’. I am pretty sure that I have heard the term before, but must confess as to knowing almost nothing about this particular trend.

Quite frankly, it sounds annoying.

At any rate, I am almost 35, will have been married for 13 years on Monday, have three kids and live in the middle of Alabama. Meguesses that this is the very definition of anti-hip.

And, looking at some of the quiz questions, I find that I am more than correct:

� You graduated from a liberal arts school whose football team hasn’t won a game since the Reagan administration.

UT may not have won a National Championship in some time, but we have won some football games. One big strike. (Plus, I went to two large state universities…, so two strikes). Plus, I like football. Indeed, I am currently in football withdrawal. I have even considered watching Arena ball. Thusfar I have resisted, however.

� You frequently use the term “post-modern” (or its commonly used variation “PoMo”) as an adjective, noun, and verb.

To borrow an obnoxious phrase from my youth: “gag me with a spoon.” I endeavor to avoid the dreaded PoMo refs whenever possible. And like my e-colleague John Lemon, I typically use it in a derisive manner.

� You carry a shoulder-strap messenger bag and have at one time or another worn a pair of horn-rimmed or Elvis Costello-style glasses.

Hmm. I do have a briefcase that has a strap, but I don’t use it. And I just retired my glasses and am wearing contacts.

� You have one Republican friend who you always describe as being your “one Republican friend.”

Yeah, well, if you read the blog, you know the response to this one.

� Your hair looks best unwashed and you position your head on your pillow at night in a way that will really maximize your cowlicks.

I will take a shower in the morning, even if I took one the night before, just so my hair will go right.

Indeed, I am terminally unhip, and proud of the fact.