For the first time in a while today I paid a visit to the Chamblin's Bookmine on Roosevelt. Since I was a pup I loved the musty smell of old books, the stuffed shelves and tight corridors, the obscure paperbacks; but mostly I loved the remoteness. The bookmine was an unknown treasure trove which few knew of and even fewer traveled to.

Today it was radically different. It was packed with soft-looking cashiers with Buddy Holly glasses and ironic facial hair, obese and angsty looking tumblrette types, and women with undercuts. The kind of people that used to only be confined to Riverside.

They got a new logo on their business card that looks like an advert for a mom and pop coffeeshop, new posters for hipster happenings adorning the walls, signs endorsing obscure political candidates; the place had been entirely hipsterized.

This isn't the only instance of hipsterization in the city, but it's the first that made me realize how pervasive it was in town. When I was young, the Pinegrove Deli was a down-home sandwich and butcher shop. Once the hispters found out, it became another one of those local shops tailor made for hipsters.

Antiquing is my all-time favorite hobby. I remember being six years old gazing at the displays in shops like Southern Crossing and Fans & Stoves. I visit each one about one every other month, and it's tragic to see it degrade into hipsterism each successive time. Bearded men who drink craft beer and watch Criterion Collection films now roam the halls of the shops. When I was young, the only people there were old women.

Basically all of 5 Points has been fully ceded to the hipsters. Don't get me started on Deep Search Records.

My Dad was raised in a bad part of town, my Dad's Dad was raised in a bad part of town, and I live in a bad part of town. Living in urban squalor has essentially become a family tradition. Now, hipsters are moving to these bad parts of town (thinking they won't get rocked if they step to the wrong guy) because it's more "authentic". They buy ratty homes in places like Springfield, renovate them, and sell them for quadruple the amount they paid for. They think it gives them street cred since they lived among the ruins, and feel good points for experiencing "the struggle" since they think they know what's best for poor people.