In a video purportedly filmed earlier this week in downtown Brooklyn, a white jogger—who may or may not fight for a living and may or may not be able to kill you with one punch—can be seen screaming at a white man pushing a stroller: “The only reason white people like you live here is because I settled this fucking neighborhood for you!”
Because there is nowhere to live, the Clinton campaign asked the Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce to help its young staffers out. “The chamber suggested Clinton Hill, Bedford-Stuyvesant, Bensonhurst and Dyker Heights, but has not made much progress in convincing staffers to consider these less gentrified neighborhoods.”
Remember the ‘90s? When you were an innocent incorruptible babe, hermetically sealed from the ills of the world around you, and your mom dragged you to that outdoor John Cougar Mellencamp concert because she couldn’t find a babysitter? And she got a little drunker than she meant to and tried to get you to climb on the picnic table and dance with her like This song has a great beat! but you didn’t want to like Ugh, come ON mom? Now you’re the mom. Congratulations, mom.
Trendsetting neighborhood Williamsburg, Brooklyn will soon have more than half a dozen new hotels, including one with a 30-seat lounge inside a rooftop water tower, “Which might sound like some inspired repurposing, but this is new construction — they’re building a new water tower for the watering hole.”
On Saturday, I joined a few neighbors on the stoop in front of my apartment in gazing toward the sky. “NERO, like from Rome,” said a precocious middle-schooler, referring to the skywriting in progress southwest of our neighborhood. “I don’t know,” an adult countered, European history understandably less fresh in her mind. “I think it says NERD.” I thought so, too.