The New York Times Style section is almost always replete with ridic profiles of amaaaahhzing people doing super cool things that us common folk couldn’t do. Or at least, weren’t doing with such panache, effort, and obviousness. Naturally too, the hipster is a perennial favorite of the style section being a youth subculture impervious to the dictates of high fashion, Ivy League meritocracy conveyor belt, and Sex and the City imagery, instead preferring Girls, the life of the mind, and keeping thrift store prices high. This week’s piece is a bit of tongue in cheek ethnography of how to be a Brooklyn hipster, complete with thrifted clothing and locavore food. As Henry Alford says in the article, Portland, OR has been doing all of these things for at least a decade with much less self aggrandizing about the whole deal. However, living in a place where people eat “local”–i.e. grow their own vegetables because it’s more economic and their family probably wouldn’t eat vegetables otherwise–gives you a completely different view on locavore movements. Somehow I don’t think the 50 year old I had in comp class two years ago who grew a huge vegetable garden every year falls on the hipster radar. Or would understand the word ridic. Or would pay over $200 for a plaid, flannel shirt. I’m starting to think the 50 year old has the better deal here.