The name Williamsburg is Dead is supposed to be ironic, but after Lola Wakefield's account of the Mr. and Mrs. Williamsburg competition, I'm not so sure. Sometimes, when I'm at a party and I meet some artist or musician who is doing something really cool with his/her life, I think "Hey, Williamsburg is awesome! I don't know what everyone is always bad-mouthing it for."
Then I hear about this shit and I want to move to somewhere else. The winner of the pageant won by drinking a PBR while taking her panties off from under an American Apparel onesie. Just typing that last sentence makes me want to get a lobotomy so I can forever erase it from my memory. Also, the winner was from New Jersey, which made me glad that such a person doesn't live here but also paranoid that I'm secretly surrounded by drunken Jerseyites. If more people focused on putting on cool events like Cinema 16 and Rooftop Films instead of hipster beauty pageants and panda protests, this neighborhood would be a much more interesting place to live.
That Pandamonium thing is so dumb. It wasn't even creative; they just took a widely-known wordplay and made a flash mob out of it. Can we just place a moritorium on flash mobs? We realize you like to have dance parties, but why do you feel the need to make everyone watch? It's just a huge "look at me" spectacle. They weren't even making a point.
Posted by: CaptFamous | September 11, 2008 at 02:57 PM