They ate a meal without talking to show how spiritual and disciplined they are, but not without being photographed and having an article written about them for the Wall Street Journal of course. These unwanted Greenpoint hipster transplants found yet another thing to do with their unlimited leisure time here in the whimsical land of Nieuw Breuckelen: A Silent Supper. These “zany” articles – which come out non-stop about these interlopers – are pure comedy and so stereotypical. Here are the made-up job titles from this article of some of the participants: Managing chef and events planner; Writer from Greenpoint; Illustrator from the East VIllage; Greenpoint bartender and visual artist; Creative director from WIlliamsburg. God, everybody is SOOOOO creative. How fucking saturated is the “creative” industry at this point? What a joke. It’s safe to say that half the jobs in the “creative industry” at this point are equivalent to a fast food worker; I’m not saying working in fast food is a bad thing if that’s all you can get, I’m just saying there’s really no prestige in saying “I’m a creative assistant”. If your job is to gaze into a MacBook all day moving shapes and words around a screen in a room full of skinny jean wearing people named Cooper, Mason, Zooey, Fletcher and Cadance - you’re basically a digital burger flipper.
Of course the food they were eating was called ”organic locavore fare”, because calling it food is so ‘beginning of time’ to 2005. So what did these “totally awesome vibrant creative type folks who are helping Brooklyn thrive” accomplish by silently eating for attention? Well if you don’t know, you’re just not cool enough duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.