I'm a wordsmith

I invented a new word.

Rather, one of my classmates did, but I'm claiming credit for it (shhh, don't tell him).  he's sitting behind me in class, and eventually leans forward to ask what my coffee cup says.  It's a DAVIDsTEA to go cup, which are seemingly fused to my person -- and, on a side-note, a former co-worker (who now happens to work there) decided that the name David suits me better than Tyler -- and my classmate explained that he had thought the cup said sipster.  I glanced down and was able to understand the confusion.

I mean, only from that exact angle do I see it, but yeah, I see it.

It seems obvious to me that sipsters are a thing (much to the chagrin of my auto-correct); we just needed a word for them.  I'm sure most of you have already figured out what a sipster is (isn't it wonderful how English is so versatile that I can blurt out wordthoughts and you already know what I'm talking about?!) but I'll explain anyways because I'm so excited about this new word, and also because I'm certain that officials with the Oxford English Dictionary read my blog and will be thankful for having been provided a definition so as to lighten their workload: A sipster is a sub-genre of hipsters who express their hipness through their coffee and tea beverages.

The sipster can be found anywhere caffeine can be purchased (which is to say, everywhere), with the highest population density within a four block radius of an independent coffee shop or any tea house.

A most likely incomplete map of "Coffee shops in Vancouver B.C..  Also, that's only downtown Vancouver.

Oh they gravitate to the local Starbucks as well, but only in dire circumstances, ensuring that their order is no less than 10 syllables... Unless they're having drip to be ironic.

Don't misconstrue my explanation as being derisive of sipsters: inside the cup my classmate asked about was a peppermint matcha tea, topped up with soy milk, foam, and sweetened with agave; I'm a sipster through and through.  Hell, I only leave DAVIDsTEA when either my bladder or the employees object to my presence.

Fellow sipsters, this is your call to arms.  We must spread the word to the masses; take to your Twitter accounts, #sipster will be a thing!  Continue to order those half-caff-no-foam-soy-caramel-macchiatos as if it's a normal and reasonable thing to do!  Look down your noses, through those thick rimmed, non-prescription glasses at those heathens gulping down the murky poison that is the Tim Hortons medium roast!  Preach to them that their suckling from the caffeinated teat of The Man is responsible for the gentrification of our neighbourhoods!

...Just be sure to not be overly convincing, because the sipster's existence is contingent on the ability to feel superior to others based on an arbitrary marker like tea.  So, you know, just shame them a little.