Remember hipsters? That cultural relic of the aughts, whose lifespan was marked by derisive irony, faux working-class affectations, and a now-cliche hankering for Pabst Blue Ribbon beer? As an urban tribe, they are deaddecisively dead — having out-mainstreamed themselves back into the mainstream, an ouroboros of meta pop cultural references and sneering disdain for itself.


And now, we must ponder:

1. Hipsters — the rare ones that still exist — loathe nothing more than being called hipsters. Will this designation make them flee their neighborhood, freeing it up for less hip denizens?

2. Actual hipsters, by definition, should be so ahead of the curve that they’ve already moved beyond H Street, making this entire list outdated and meaningless, right? The number of Capitol Hill intern types in striped shirts at Little Miss Whiskey’s last time I visited, which was well over a year ago, is probably evidence enough of this. (Further evidence from afield: New York Magazine’s cover this week, which declares, “Brooklyn is Finished.”)

3. Is there a less hip sentence about being hip than, “‘Politico’ hipsters flock to this D.C. hood?”

Regardless: Maybe there’s something to Forbes’ designation. And since the Style section is mockingly referred to as a chronicler of hipness by Gawker, we must ask, wincingly: Is H Street a hipster neighborhood? Let us know in our hip poll below.

View Photo Gallery: A new day in Washington often means another absurd, painfully accurate and always entertaining superlative for us pops up in the news. Ugliest? Check. Happiest single ladies? Check. Highly caffeinated? You know it. Read on for more examples of what the rest of the country thinks we are and what we think of ourselves.

Text your vote to 22333 with one of these keywords, and watch the poll grow as you vote. ADMORG for Adams Morgan; COLUMB for Columbia Heights; HSTREET for H Street; NOMA for NoMa; USTREET for U Street.