On a Saturday morning recently, I went into a vintage emporium in Collingwood and had a lovely time poking around until I saw this:
What happened to not judging books by their covers? Books are not just for interior design - they need to be read! Cherished! Laughed at!
Since this doesn't quite meet the definition of hipster fail, I say (in the words of my primary school headmistress): hipsters, I'm disappointed in you.