I’m sure you all have noticed a change in recent years on college campuses, just as I have. I refer of course to the hipster influx America has received, or rather grown. Flannel has gotten more stylish, man buns have increased at an unprecedented rate, and there have even been a few sightings of the dreaded “toe shoes.” (If you are unfamiliar with the term, do not make an attempt to educate yourself. Unless you seek further confirmation of the apocalypse, that is, which is completely understandable.) But if you are like me and prefer to fight on in denial against the fact that Jesus must soon return to save us from our stupidity just as much as our sins, you will agree it is time the situation is addressed.

Before we proceed, let me make something clear; I bear no ill will toward what the hipster stands for. In fact, in the past I have often enjoyed being educated after not knowing a certain individual’s favorite indie rock band.

Questionnaire break. Which of these bands do you think has the rawest sound? The Termites, Glass Animals, Modern Philosophers, Ataxia, or The Dodos? Note: if you pretended to know all of these bands, two of them are completely made up, and you are part of the problem. Tuck your skinny jeans into your expensive-ratty-looking boots and walk to the nearest thrift store.

My point is that 2016 hipster is living up to their predecessors in practice only, not in purpose. Let me explain.

Hipsters used to be all about rejecting mainstream marketing, entertainment, and traditional ideas about physical attraction. You could find them at small town coffee shops, arts districts, and hole-in-the-wall downtown music venues. Their culture was a direct reaction against the superficiality and blatant consumerism they saw around themselves while growing up.

Now all this sounds fine as long as they weren’t forcing their tastes on others, and for the most part that was true. Hipsters were content to stay on the outskirts of mainstream thought, and even relished in it.

So what’s the problem?

It seems to me that today’s hipster cares more about how stylish their hair looks or how expensive their hammock is, instead of supporting local businesses or upcoming artists. And these facts aren’t negative in themselves. I am guilty of shopping at Walmart on occasion myself, and yet I still enjoy slacklining. I even listen to the bands from the multiple-choice section of this column, (those I did not make up that is.)

Furthermore, what was once considered hipster is no longer counter-culture. The same edgy clothes can now be found in three different stores in a mid-sized town mall in the Bible Belt. Some of the groundbreaking indie rock was ironically brought into the mainstream.

But the movement becomes an issue when other people are or looked down on for not having pristine urban clothes or shamed for not knowing some obscure piece of music or art. I have lost count of the amount of times I heard the phrase, “you’ve probably never heard of them.”

Many hipsters have become the very thing they once hated, a dominant and oppressive part of culture. Only now it is worse because their mindset is exclusivist. They at once scoff at those not “cultured” like themselves, while at the same time pushing their views on others.

And I’m aware this development is not blanketing; there are always exceptions. However, because of how often it occurs, I just think the pioneers of the original movement have gotten their beards in a twist.