Monday, October 8, 2007

You might be a gentrifier...

In the tradition of Jeff Foxworthy's "You might be a redneck if..." skits, I have compiled my own list for gentrifiers.

You might be a gentrifier if...

  • You spend a lot of time at the the food co-op.
  • You feel as if your child is highly gifted even if she's average or just plain dumb.
  • You feel that NPR is a pillar of objective journalism.
  • Your parents helped you with your down payment for your brownstone in Park Slope.
  • You lived in Williamsburg at some point after college.
  • You recycle.
  • You are vehemently against anything corporate but still go to Starbucks if it's convenient.
  • You carry around a New York Times and quote articles verbatim.
  • You call yourself an artist.
  • You spend more money at the farmer's market on Sunday than your cleaning lady makes in a week.
  • You refuse to eat at McDonald's or any other fast food establishment.
  • You spend your weekends visiting art galleries.
  • You have a car, but only because you "need it for the kids" or to "transport your art around in."
  • Said car is a Prius, a Volvo, a Saab, a VW or a Mini.
  • You have claimed to be "bohemian" at one point in your life.
  • You wish you could pursue a career that is creative.
  • You respect the hell out of minorities but get irritated when they make a lot of noise past 9 p.m.
  • You attended a small liberal arts college.
  • You've been to that new wine bar down the street and you liked it, but wish they had a better selection of Syrah.
  • You feel as though the lottery is a regressive tax on the poor.
  • You donate to various charities as long as they are secular.
  • You love the fact that the neighborhood you currently live in used to be a haven for drugs and prostitution.
  • You found your apartment on Craigslist.
  • You go abroad at least once a year.
  • You have at least a few homosexual friends.
  • You listen to indie rock.
  • Your girlfriend has tattoos that she covers up when she visits your parents in Connecticut.
  • You take your dog to the local bar, which is dog-friendly.
  • You eat out at the trendiest restaurants and find flaws with all of them.
  • You dedicate at least 45 minutes a day to reading blogs.
  • You like to tell people that you don't own a television.
  • You know a lot about the situation in Darfur because of what you read in the Times last week.
  • You breastfeed in public and encourage others to do so too.
  • You spend rainy Sunday afternoons reading at the Tea Lounge.
  • Your friend is in a band that plays in Williamsburg.
  • You named your baby Miles.
  • You purchase soy milk.
  • You've been to a loft party in Bushwick - you took the L there but a car service home.
  • You got rid of all your CDs when you got an iPod.
  • You spent the night in jail for something silly and then blogged about it.*

More to come later I'm sure.

*I did this, along with a lot of other things mentioned above because, well, I'm a gentrifier.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Miles is a dog, not a baby. I took him to the bar down the street once but he howled too much and it was awkward. Ames.