Since the New York Times feels compelled to take a stab at the whole hipster/Williamsburg thing every three months, it’s no surprise that they’re right on time with this latest piece: How I Became a Hipster.
Granted, this mildly-amusing essay, written by apparent-Boomer Henry Alford, is a LOT better than their last humorless attempt. But come on, how stale can this topic become before they find something more compelling to mock? We covered it a decade ago. George Bush was still in his first term. There was no such thing as an iPhone.
First off, let’s consider the the subtitle of the piece: “Will.i.amsburg” — does anyone in Williamsburg listen to the Black Eyed Peas, or worse, Mumford and Sons who are name-dropped later in the article: “When a scruffy, ponytailed salesman in his 20s approached, I told him: ‘I’m going for a Mumford & Sons look. I want to look like I play the banjo.’ ”
Here are some other “zingers” and miscalculations from the article: [Read more…]