So on Tuesday night, I boarded the L train (heading away from the West Village) and made my way to hipsterville. I’d heard from my more global friends that Brooklyn is a charming borough inhabited by cool young families, gourmet cheese shops, and creative intellectuals. It has parks! And trees! And slow walkers aren’t mowed down on the sidewalk! But I’m what you might call a bona fide Manhattanite. Or, to be more precise, a bona fide Upper East Sider. I’ve traveled the world, I said to myself—how exotic could Brooklyn really be?
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Worst Blog Post of the Day #5
I'm hardly the first to link to this Vanity Fair blog of a Brooklyn performance art piece, but the sheer provincialism of it is almost worthy of Blair Waldorf. To wit: