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| Holy shit. Something must really be done, and soon. Thanks to the people that sent me this NY Post article. Look at these three douches. They are actually living, not just camping in some muddy, filthy, cat sprayed backyard of some overpriced hipster apartment in Bushwick. They just graduated from NYU. What the fuck are they teaching in that prestigious school? Can you imagine only ten years ago somebody telling you this would be happening in Brooklyn? Besides the rest of the pasty, rural, wanna-be rockstar/artist invasion? | ![]() New York Post |
"We have parents that could give us money to get an apartment," the NYU grad told The Post, "but it's nice to be independent." -
Yeah, I think we've figured that part out on our own jerkoff. Just like I said about the New York Times trustfund article, these fucks will find any means to stay in Brooklyn, as you can clearly see in this article.
Link- New York Post - Hipsters camping in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

This anonymous person emailed me wanting to know if they are a hipster. I already gave them my answer. You can give them your answer if you'd like. Their e-mail is anonymoustipster8@gmail.com. The only reason I'm posting their email address is because it doesn't reveal their identity at all. Otherwise I wouldn't. See I'm a nice guy after all. Anyway, this person says they're eager to see what I and the commenters think.
This person tries to "show love" for NYC but also makes some naive statements. The hipster transplant always seems to remind us Brooklynites and New Yorkers that there has always been change around here. YES, I agree, however in 300 years the changes have never been some phony counter culture group of pasty white, attention seeking wanna be urbanites skipping along working class neighborhood streets and raising the prices of everything from coffee to rent.
I guess with all my rants and different angles on the invasion, some hipsters still don't understand the basic frustration... that these people stand out like a zebra among a 100 horses. That's the basics. Then, from that point comes the developers, gentrification and so on. I repeat, AFTER THE ARRIVAL OF THE HIPSTER COMES DEVELOPMENT AND GENTRIFICATION. It all starts with the pseudo pioneering, fly over state dweeb that thinks he/she is a big city boy/girl because he/she can now announce to the world that his/her new cool mailing address is in a NYC zip code. What makes me want to start punching walls is that they (hipsters) complain about gentrification when they are the FUCKING CAUSE OF IT ALL! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
Here is the unsure hipsters' e-mail:
Hi Die Hipster,
I recently came across your site and am pretty impressed. Kind of. I mean, you've managed to gather the worst-of-the-worst types of New Yorkers into one hate fueled comment section. You know...
The native New Yorkers who complain about absolutely everything, always. Whenever something changes they bitch about it, even though things change ALL THE FUCKING TIME here. You know. They like to tell you HOW IT USED TO BE. "I remember when you couldn't go to Avenue A without being stabbed in the face repeatedly with a dirty heroin needle." "Really? That sounds awful. I probably would've stayed away from Avenue A if it was like that."
They act like gentrification is the worst thing in the world. Lets be honest, a vegan bakery and a yoga studio aren't going to drive hard working families out of their neighborhoods. High rise luxury condos are. Ironic considering most of those buildings are completely empty. So maybe blame the greedy developers who thought it would be OK to tear down 100 year old houses to build a highrise apartment building with a door man, roof top pool, and some fucked up modern kitchen appliances without doing their research to know that the myth of all these parental-supported hipsters eager to pay $1,000,000 for a one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn was stretched way out of proportion. I only know one person in Williamsburg who is supported by their parents and she grew up on the Upper East Side.
The native New Yorkers who like to take credit for everything. Ask most New Yorkers and they'll tell you that they did indeed invent art, sex, modern english, rock and roll, Babe Ruth and everything in between.
The native New Yorkers who somehow believe that in a city of 9 million people that they belong here more because they were born here. Its a pattern that many groups have experienced over the past 200 hundred years while moving to New York to start a "better life." I'm sure my grandparents experienced plenty of that when they gathered enough money to escape the Nazis in Austria in 1939 and move to New York. Now I'm not saying that some rich kid from Ohio has it the same as some poor Irish potato farmer did, but you never really know the whole story. Maybe that rich kid from Ohio got the shit beat out of him every day for being "too fruity" or not liking baseball and they feel like they can be themselves in New York. I'm not from Ohio (or any flyover state, by the way).
The native New Yorkers who somehow think they're tougher and or harder working than people from anywhere else. Fitting that the most obnoxious people in my neighborhood are the 35 year old natives who were never able to move out of their parents house so they have to smoke their shitty weed and drink their 40 oz on the street corner. They're the ones keeping the old folks up at night, cat calling girls, and trying to pick fights.
All of this being said. I LOVE New York City. And not just Williamsburg. Most of the people here (including the natives) are absolutely amazing. Sure Queens is kind of boring, and the LES is the worst place on earth (ok maybe Times Square is). But everything else is pretty great. I treat this city with the respect and love it deserves — the good parts and the bad parts.
NOW.
I'm eager to see if your commenters can tell me if I am indeed a hipster. I'll tell you a little bit about myself.
I moved to New York City (Manhattan) around five years ago from my home town of Los Angeles. Pre-conceived notions about LA aside, I wanted to be in another big city where I could take advantage of the life and culture provided without having to drive everywhere. That was pretty much it. I love to be able to eat all sorts of different types of foods, go see concerts whenever I want, be able to see the Dodgers and Lakers AT LEAST once a year, and maybe catch a New York Football Giants game (I was the only kid I knew with LT posters on my wall as a little kid). The fact that my mother is a New York native and my Dad used to be here once every 3 or 4 months didn't hurt either. I moved here because its a pretty great place to be as a 20 something.
So. How did I end up in Williamsburg? I fell in love. My girlfriend (now fiancee) has lived here since 2002 and had a HUGE place that we could split for absolutely no money. We've since moved into a new apartment where we have a deal that is comparable to what we would be paying for a similar apartment in any other big city. This is important to us as we both pay our own bills. I'm not looking for applause, just explaining that there are in fact hard working young people in this neighborhood.
If you looked at me, you might think that I fit into all of these stereotypes. I do have a beard. I do have tattoos (none too ridiculous and all coverable in the case of a funeral or a wedding). I do use a Mac (I grew up in a Mac family, and prefer my computers to continue working after 2 years). I do live in Williamsburg. I am not a native. I love punk rock and I can't stand most of the shit people in this neighborhood claim as innovative. I do ride a road bike (but not a fixed gear). I am a liberal (but not a kool-aid drinking Obama worshiper). I used to be a vegetarian for a short time, but when I moved to Brooklyn and walked by the Italian street fairs multiple times the sausage, peppers, and onions brought me back into being a carnivore. I do think that sometimes a shitty Crayola drawing on a table that some kid found on the street is more interesting than some landscape painting on a canvas. I also think that sometimes that shit sucks.
I absolutely agree with a lot of your commenters on the irony of all of these kids who claim to be individuals but fit so neatly into this group of THOUSANDS of people. I think its pathetic that there are people who live off trust funds and weekly checks who look like they are homeless. Truth be told, my parents could probably afford to help me out to some extent if I needed it. But they don't, because I don't want them too.
OK. I've had enough. Sorry to rant in ramble in an incoherent way. I hate hipsters too, but I guess I don't see all young white people in Williamsburg as such an awful thing.
So am I a hipster? I loved to hear what you and your comments have to say.
Sincerely,
Hipster?



"Luis Illades, an owner of the Urban Rustic Market and Cafe on North 12th Street, said he had seen a steady number of applicants, in their late 20s, who had never held paid jobs: They were interns at a modeling agency, for example, or worked at a college radio station. In some cases, applicants have stormed out of the market after hearing the job requirements. “They say, ‘You want me to work eight hours?’ ” Mr. Illades said. “There is a bubble bursting.” "
"For the past five years, Ernie DiGiacomo has been able to count on parents to guarantee the $1,500 to $2,500 rents he charges for the 15 apartments he owns in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. When he called renters who had missed payments, he often heard, “My parents will send you a check.” "