Whether you think gentrification’s good, bad, natural, or hipster-white-boy-shit seeking “cool” culture but eliminating it, I’m witnessing it, first hand. Of course, it’s easy to retort, “You’re a skinny white boy with ginger hair and writes. That’s almost the stereotypical definition of gentrification.” I won’t argue you; it’s true. As

First come sushi restaurants, then comes a chain drug store, then a palm reader, and then a neighborhood has reached the peak of gentrification. The sushi and Thai joints arrived on Bedford Ave long ago, but the palm reader spot and Duane Reade are brand spanking new. (As are a

“Washington Square Park is in the process of being destroyed and forcibly crammed down the throat of Greenwich Village as a cookie-cutter, picturesque, tourist-photo-background friendly zone.” “Washington Square Park is being renovated and remade into a more safe, wholesome, aesthetically pleasing place to go.” Well, that’s the controversy. Is the