Brooklyn, Everywhere
A native Brooklynite ponders the many meanings of gentrification and what we lose in our relentless pursuit of “the American dream.”
A native Brooklynite ponders the many meanings of gentrification and what we lose in our relentless pursuit of “the American dream.”
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A defunct newsstand, a pop-up bookstore, and models for revitalizing NYC communities.
How the death of the mom-and-pop shop has been fueled by our own algorithmic-informed arrogance.
“The history of the world, my sweet, is who gets eaten and who gets to eat” landed differently at Edward R. Murrow High in the ’90s.
Because I participate in the continued gentrification of Brooklyn but am full of self-loathing about it, I take a peculiar satisfaction in the city refusing to heel to the behavioral standards of its newer, soft-skinned inhabitants. Put another way, when the city reminds us—in fucked-up ways big and small—that this is a complex urban metropolis and not a gilded playground, I’m kind of tickled by it. I ruffled some feathers last week when I wrote about quiet, so I’ll take it a step further and an
How the concept of quiet became a territorial marker for a certain white, monied class.