It seems that every month brings a big new development in San Francisco's tech scene, and with those developments comes more outcry that the city's working class isn't seeing the benefits of the re-configuring economy.
American "cool" has been trending from a point of distinction into a sea of non-descriptiveness for some time. You know: Miles Davis meets Kim Kardashian, and the birth of cool mopes into the death of cool. And we only have ourselves to thank for it.
Despite the fact that Detroiters will get the benefits of newfound energy, enthusiasm, and even money, it's unrealistic to expect a group who is scared of the unknown and having power stripped away to welcome outsiders with open arms.
Signs suggest Anacostia is next in line for resurrection. The vestiges of economic blight -- unkempt liquor stores and condemned buildings -- are slowly vanishing as startup businesses, art galleries and new restaurants take their place.
Like much of Williamsburg, over the last decade the look of Los Sures has seen dramatic changes. The demographic dominance that the Puerto Rican community once held is long gone due to mass displacement.
Let me say, as a young gentrifier, it's not that easy. Aside from my daily struggle of squeezing my legs into my skinny jeans, life is not a trust-fund joyride when you're a partially employed member of Detroit's creative class.
With growth comes change -- tonier restaurants, a decidedly improved quality of espresso, and a few unwelcome guests forced out of their habitats by bulldozers. At the top of that list: Norwegian wharf rats.