It’s a hipster world and we’re just living in it.

A few months ago, one coworker jokingly called another coworker a “hipster.”


From that moment on, we’ve tossed that word around the office several times a day, mostly in a snarky fashion to poke fun at each other (or sometimes other people).


At first, we were pretty proud of ourselves for bringing back the word — if it was ever even popular before. I guess that could almost render us the hipsters, huh?


Boy, did we sure as hell enjoy this brand-spanking-new word, and we held it in such high regard as our old standby replies “Your mom,” “That’s what she said” and “Snap!”


But, like anything shiny and new, it seems “hipster” has worn out its popped-collar and sideways-hat welcome for one reason and one reason only.


Hipster is suddenly everywhere.


You can’t swing a wallet chain these days without knocking over a hipster. I daresay that the last three issues alone of Rolling Stone have dubbed three different bands as the word. And, in its most current issue, the magazine referred to both a young metal group and a Philadelphia neighborhood as hipster.


This, of course, is the issue of Rolling Stone with the lovely but asinine superstars of MTV’s “The Hills” as the cover story.


Uh oh, I feel a tangent coming on.


Who else remembers when MTV — which stands for Music Television in case you forgot, and it’s understandable if you did — actually played music videos?


Who would have thought that in 1992, when the network debuted “The Real World” that it would spawn an entire genre of television that it seems most people are completely rabid about?


I remember watching and loving the series right up until New Orleans, though I did skip the Boston and Seattle versions (some of the characters were just too irritating for me to stomach).


After New Orleans’ season, to me, it just seemed like the network kept recycling the same seven strangers, and from that moment on, I’ve never really been able to stomach any type of reality show.


I guess I just yearn for days when people were famous because they were great actors or actresses, writers or athletes, and not just because they were rich, beautiful or handsome or had a smoking hot body.


I definitely blame my formerly beloved “Real World” for really mainstreaming our fanatical voyeurism into these hipster and bimbette “reality” worlds. I most definitely blame Paris Hilton for changing the face of celebrity from being famous for being talented people to being famous just for being famous.


And of course there is a rub: I may not watch these shows or like any of the characters, but damn it do I love reading about them in trashy celeb rags each week.