Here’s one place Todd P. won’t make an appearance today: my fucking office. More power to him.
Point to a man who enjoys his desk and – assuming that same man is in mutual proximity – I’ll point to a fool. But even shittier than a day job is no job at all, unless, of course, you’re an attractive, unemployed art lady who blogs about it, or you live in Williamsburg, where the trustafarian bubble is merely at the beginning of its deflation, according to The Newspaper of Record.
But given their track record lately (How did that happen?), perhaps a look under the hood is warranted.
According to the bullshit city-data.com, which has provided no apparent key to their household income map here, the median income is somewhere between pink and rusty yellow:
Income of Williamsburg
g, thx. Luckily, a few of the listed stats provide some insight.
Here’s some stereotypes about Williamsburg, and why they’re not true:
Everyone there is a “transplant” from “another state”. In 2007, 56.1 percent of Williamsburg residents were from New York, compared against 49.8 percent for the entirety of Brooklyn. I’m looking at you, Park Slope.
Williamsburg is filled with wealthy white kids living off their parents. Also false; 43.2 percent of the population lives below the poverty line.
Rent is overinflated because of the “cool factor”. the median rent in Williamsburg is $200 less than for the whole of Brooklyn.
Williamsburg is filled with waify grad students. Turns out, just waify people: the student population of Williamsburg (that’s undergrad and graduate level) is lower than that of Brooklyn whole.
Whats the point to this stupid story? Besides filling space for the traffic boom / flame competition / legal action that will inevitably occur as a result of copping a quasi-famous name (been there), the so-called hipster slacker lifestyle personified by what turns out to be a small sliver of the population is probably the thorniest bit of misinformation I deal with in my day-to-day. I realize there are some, but, really, how many of these ‘trustafarians’ do you actually know? Think about it next time you’re off on a drunken rant about the hipsters and things.
Hello World! (or what little of it I can see)
Here’s one place Todd P. won’t make an appearance today: my fucking office. More power to him.
Point to a man who enjoys his desk and – assuming that same man is in mutual proximity – I’ll point to a fool. But even shittier than a day job is no job at all, unless, of course, you’re an attractive, unemployed art lady who blogs about it, or you live in Williamsburg, where the trustafarian bubble is merely at the beginning of its deflation, according to The Newspaper of Record.
But given their track record lately (How did that happen?), perhaps a look under the hood is warranted.
According to the bullshit city-data.com, which has provided no apparent key to their household income map here, the median income is somewhere between pink and rusty yellow:
Income of Williamsburg
g, thx. Luckily, a few of the listed stats provide some insight.
Here’s some stereotypes about Williamsburg, and why they’re not true:
Whats the point to this stupid story? Besides filling space for the traffic boom / flame competition / legal action that will inevitably occur as a result of copping a quasi-famous name (been there), the so-called hipster slacker lifestyle personified by what turns out to be a small sliver of the population is probably the thorniest bit of misinformation I deal with in my day-to-day. I realize there are some, but, really, how many of these ‘trustafarians’ do you actually know? Think about it next time you’re off on a drunken rant about the hipsters and things.