If I poke fun at the phoniness of male gallantry it's because I don't like women doing yoga? If I fret about gentrification — a fancy word for well-off white people displacing poor minorities — it's because I don't like Hispanics? If I insinuate a ethno-cultural double standard of who is and isn't allowed to leer at women, it's because I'm the racist?
Not everyone expresses themselves in plain, straightforward language and sometimes seeing a person's meaning requires more penetration than is available on the first, hasty pass. Obviously this is sarcasm. Then the natural question should have been what is the other meaning for which the sarcasm is only a suggestion. What a writer wants more than anything else is good readers and you are letting me down, Dan.
I've lived in Mount Pleasant for six years now. I happen to know a fair amount about the composition of the neighborhood. Yes, I know that it is a heavily Salvadorian neighborhood. But it's not an exclusively Salvadorian neighborhood. It's mixed Hispanic. When reaching for a characteristic nationality, am I required to adhere to a system of priority based on precision demographic?
Okay, I'll make a concession. I'm contradicting myself here by insisting on much from my readers with some of my turns of phrase, but then being lazy with respect to nationality. Given a hundred people out on the street, they're not all Salvadorian — again, neighborhood of many South and Central American origins — so I figured that I would make a concession to my readers, not be pedantic about nationality, and go with a representative one with which most of my readers, most of whom do not live in Mount Pleasant or concern themselves with the particularities of its national breakdown, would be most familiar. Ethnicity is a sensitive issue and perhaps I should insist on veracity here.
However, I would ask — and you are not obliged to grant – a concession in return. Mount Pleasant and large swaths of D.C. east of Rock Creek Park aren't just "mixed" neighborhoods in some uncontroversial way. Gentrification is contentious. Perhaps you've seen some of the graffiti around the neighborhood expressing some of this contention? Or maybe not: the Heights was sure to scrub the "Mt. Pleasant for Hispanics" stencil-work from the electrical utility box in front of their patio quickly enough. Yoga in the park isn't a neutral act. Look at the composition of the yoga crowd. Yoga isn't just exercise; it's a cultural trope of a specific social and economic class. Yoga in the park is what prosperous white people do in place of graffiti. This was a tremendously bold act of territorial pissing.
Ours isn't just a "mixed" neighborhood. It's a neighborhood in transition. Consider the ridership of the S busses. When you get on those buses, they're already full of Hispanic riders, who then get off at Mount Pleasant and Adams Morgan. The places where they work and conduct their business are still in these neighborhoods, though the people have already had to move further out. The new Target, Best Buy, all bode poorly for the bodegas on Mount Pleasant Street, which have already started going out of business. The Kenyon Square and Highland Park condominiums are harbingers of high-priced living that's the future of Mount Pleasant. The apartments on the man street are being renovated at a surprising pace — and they're not being renovated for the sake of their current residents. The group houses are almost all gone, remodeled into million-dollar single family houses. When the Deauville burned, it was a controversy because it left a large number of illegal immigrants without shelter, but afraid to seek public assistance. When that building is rebuilt, it won't be rebuilt for working class Hispanics. We're not just partaking in the local diversity. We're an invasive species killing it off. It's not all good.
Think for a minute how yesterday afternoon's event went down, Dan. And I'm sure that as a neighborhood resident in good standing, you can similarly imagine it. I'm sure that when the first few people showed up to unfurl their yoga mats, the park was heavily peopled, as it always is, with the usual distribution of primarily Hispanic neighborhood residents. And I'm sure that after the preliminaries of the yoga event reached a certain size, those Hispanics all realized that they weren't welcome anymore and departed. And I'm sure that all the nice yoga gals were happy to see them leave. Don't think that everyone wasn't eyeing each other carefully yesterday afternoon. I titled my post "There Goes the Neighborhood," but I'm sure that I'm not the only one who thought that.
As for who I am, Dan? I don't know, scroll down. There are five years of archives here. If you look a mere three posts back you will notice that I have long, unkempt hair, wear fancy shirts, bike commute to work and read highbrow fiction. Maybe I'm a SNAG too, but have a bit of a sense of humor about myself. We each represent one social and economic class or other. Pleases see your own for what it is: not the sacrosanct and righteous ONE TRUE WAY, but just another parochialism. SNAGS and yoga girls are not so terrific that we should all tread lightly around them. They can take a little ribbing.
But who are you, Dan? What is it about our culture that produces trolls in such droves? Why is that you think that mucking up my comments section is an acceptable thing to do? I happen to disagree with Donna C. of We Love DC, the woman whose story about the yoga studio I linked to above. I happen to think that D.C. is a mean little city with little to offer beyond social and political ambition, but I don't feel the need to slander her for her unworldliness in her comments section. So what nastiness is it that makes you tick?
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