It is thoughtful, thorough, and funny:

There's been a lot of talk these last couple of weeks about "hipster racism" or "ironic racism"—or, as I like to call it, racism. It's, you know, introducing your black friend as "my black friend"—as a joke!!!—to show everybody how totally not preoccupied you are with your black friend's blackness. It's the gentler, more clueless, and more insidious cousin of a hick in a hood; the domain of educated, middle-class white people (like me—to be clear, I am one of those) who believe that not wanting to be racist makes it okay for them to be totally racist. "But I went to college — I can't be racist!" Turns out, you can.

And yes yes, we all hate the ubiquitous term "hipster," (to take the uncool and magically declare thee cool again), but it fits when discussing educated white people who re-appropriate racism to show how worldly/accepting/edgy they are.