Well-written but rather silly, yet another article on the Brooklyn hipster. An excerpt:
"O, bohemia! There are several ways to react to a culture quake. You can meet it with befuddlement, perhaps wondering how flappers handled the thorny intersection between dancing in fountains and limited dry-cleaning.
You can put it on a pedestal by bringing undue optimism to the prospect of meeting Ernest Hemingway or some other expat after his seventh Pernod.
But maybe there’s another way — which is why, in early April, this middle-aged avowed Manhattanite checked into the Wythe and spent a long weekend trying to educate himself, canvassing Kings County’s artisan-loving, kale-devouring epicenter. “Brooklyn” is now a byword for cool from Paris to Sweden to the Middle East. It’s been strange to live across the river from a place that suddenly becomes a cultural reference point — not unlike having your dachshund become an overnight celebrity."
In case you missed his sarcasm, here's my two cents: it's annoying that "hipsters" buy $225 navy-jacquard shirts and then rant about the ills of capitalism day in and day out. Good food and the joys of bike riding need not be accompanied by the faux radicalism and studied snottiness of a borough gone ridiculous. Don't even get me started on the TV show Girls. Self-respect? Believe it or not, it isn't included in the price of the kale or the reclaimed hardwood flooring.