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Part of the anxiety of gift-giving in New York at this moment in history arises from the fact that you can’t merely buy a gift; you must supply a narrative, and the narrative must be in some sense homespun, which then positions you in tasteful opposition to the vulgar excesses of the 1 percent. Fulfilling this obligation ultimately demands that you go to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, no matter the inconvenience, because Williamsburg has made the greatest strides in creating a retail experience that feels like Iowa circa 1950.

What the hell does this piece, from the Grey Paper Of Frivolity, even mean? It’s the Franzening of hipsterdom? The gentrification of the gentrification? Modern day fisco-consumer black face? It makes me sick.