Yuppies in the Mission
Once again I stay true to my word and follow-up on a brief statement I made in a previous post about thoughts on yuppies in the Mission.
So I was walking down Valencia the other day and I saw someone had written on the window of a soon-to-be new restaurant between 18th and 19th. It said something like “Congratulations Yuppies.” Clearly someone was experiencing a pinch of bitterness toward a new restaurant in the Mish which will very likely be less-than-affordable to the broke of us.
Okay, I get it. I also sometimes experience bitterness toward people who are better off than I am. Look at you, you fancy fuck, etc. And I occasionally resent the MUCH LARGER quantity of people who have it a lot worse than I do because they deny me my fucking right to bitch about how underprivileged I am. Fuck you, you poor fuck. How dare you be more broke?
Now that I’m done being sarcastic, seriously, get over it. I can’t help but assume the person who tagged the building is a borderline yuppie. That is because loathing of the yuppie population is strongest amongst yuppies the same way self-hipster-loathing is rampant. And if that’s the case, which I’m 110% sure it is, some confused white dude is trying to feel less white by hating yuppies. Just because you “rough it” at Latin America Club doesn’t mean you are any more legit than yuppies in the Mission. Guess what? They are at Latin American Club too.
Because guess what? Beautiful people of all backgrounds live here. Yeah, the neighborhood is getting gentrified. More people are moving in. Should we keep it segregated then? Discriminate against people? That always solves problems, I hear. Wrong. The reason why I love this hood and will never leave it is because there is something for absolutely everyone.
When the getting’s extra tough and I’m a poor piece of shit, I can head to NAME ANY LATINO MART ON MISSION and spend 80 cents on a week’s worth of tomatoes and eat hella tomatoes and be just fine. Or “rough it” at Pop’s where beers can be $1 and get wasted on a $5-spot. Done. And plenty of yuppies do that too because most people don’t love spending money all the time.
And when I’m rolling in cash and have dollars in the bank, I don’t need to leave the Mission to find good splurges. I can dress up and have delicious cocktails at Beretta, or have a fantastic brunch at Foreign Cinema or indulge in a giant food coma at Delfina. And I don’t need to have a fucking identity crisis when I do that because I take advantage of every part of this neighborhood. The cheap, the free, the ballin’, the classy, the grimy. All of it is here for everybody: the yuppie fucks, the hipster fucks, the hippies, the latinos, the greeks - all of us.
November 5th, 2009 at 1:01 pm
don’t forget the hippie fucks
“Just because you “rough it” at Latin America Club doesn’t mean you are any more legit than yuppies in the Mission.” I shall cherish that for dayz
November 5th, 2009 at 5:09 pm
I really meant to call them all fucks. Hippie fucks, latino fucks, greek fucks. I just didn’t want fuck to get redundant… Fuck.
November 6th, 2009 at 6:55 am
You should freelance write for travel brochures.