The Target Of Their Ambivalence: Suburban-Retail Icon Seduces Hipsters Of Columbia Heights
I really, really, really wish people would stop writing about “hipsters.”
For the hipsters, post-hipsters or quasi-hipsters who moved into Columbia Heights several years ago for the grit and the cheap rent and the proximity to the Wonderland Ballroom (the hipster, post-hipster or quasi-hipster bar that sponsors local music and nights like “Sundress Fest”), life can be divided into two discrete phases: Before Target. After Target.
Is the concept of “hipster” still relevant/newsworthy? Because I’m fucking bored.
