It’s a world we often hear about, but seldom see. Its impacts are felt around the world, yet so little is known about it. I made it my assignment this past weekend to travel to this land, a land they call Williamsburg, New York–the land of the hipster.
I can still remember the shock I felt when Chris, my friend for as long as I can remember, told me he lived in the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn. I was taken aback. Sure, I had always thought of myself as open-minded, but principles are a lot harder to define when you find out your friend is one of them.
When first I signed on for the safari, I was unaware of the ever-present danger. I was in the hipster capital of the world, and I didn’t even have a five-day stubble-beard. I stuck out like a sore thumb when all I wanted to do was blend in. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: Hipster’s paradise