Brooklyn (the real one) goes Portlandia
Here's a highly perceptive essay comparing New York City's hipster borough with our own Rose City:
But it wasn’t until I walked out of the Bedford stop during the cold light of day for the first time and saw 40 bikes stuffed into the racks on the sidewalk and a frozen yogurt truck and thrift store racks in the street that it really hit me: I’m in Portland. But this Portland was in an alternate universe, where people have money and ambition!
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Comments (4)
Watching pop culture eat itself is like watching glue dry, but with good popcorn.
Posted by the other white meat | August 6, 2011 7:52 PM
oh, and: http://www.cnn.com/2011/SHOWBIZ/08/05/obsessions.90s/index.html?hpt=hp_bn5
here comes the next wave of hyper nostalgia.
Posted by the other white meat | August 6, 2011 7:53 PM
Now that's funny. Does he nail it or not?
Posted by boycat | August 6, 2011 10:43 PM
That quote works very well, but the one that really nailed it for me was this one:
One of Portlandia’s catchphrases is that it’s “where young people go to retire,” but that doesn’t fully capture it. Rather, think back to the moment when you realized you were grown up enough to buy candy whenever you wanted. Then imagine extending that phase indefinitely, for years.
Posted by Texas Triffid Ranch | August 8, 2011 7:40 AM