The crusty punks have finally made it to Williamsburg! Unlike the gentrifying pattern of the Lower East Side (aka the East Village) which went artist/junkies, crusty/huffers, yuppy/alcoholics, Williamsburg has kind of gone artist/alcoholics, hipster/cokeheads, yuppy/artisanal beercoholics. Lately, though, a cluster of crusties has been whooping it up around the Bedford stop, panhandling, playing with their dogs and trying to bum cigarettes. And some of the “locals” (who displaced one set of locals, who themselves displaced another set of locals, and so on forever…) are NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.
FreeWilliamsburg led us to the inevitably peevish, entitled thread at Williamsboard, with all the usual brilliance about personal hygiene and suburban trash ruining New York and all the other things that most people moronically generalize about Williamsburg hipsters themselves… Ugh. It’s just one long cycle of isolating the “other” as an easily dehumanized group, not allowing for the fact that every given cultural set contains dickheads. And yes, crusty punks do constitute a cultural set, with signifiers and everything! (Mandatory slap on the wrist to FreeWilliamsburg for calling these kids a “nasty infestation.” Fuck that, I don’t care how irritating your walk home from the subway is, do not refer to groups of people as insects. Very bad things happen, right here in New York, when one particular group is so blithely marginalized.) Also, the internet is mean and some of my best friends are crusties, so fuck all y’all and gimme a cigarette.