I've looked at class from both sides now
When Emily Cook, a screenwriter, bought a house four years ago in Eagle Rock, a neighborhood on the Northeast side of Los Angeles, she fantasized what the area might look like in a year or two, with cafes and boutiques replacing tattered old businesses. “It was like fantasy football,” said Ms. Cook, 38, who also sings in a band named Fonda.
... and still somehow ...
A sad flower shop on the corner, she thought, could become a miniature Whole Foods. An upholstery store could be a gastropub where she and friends would grab a beer, and a neglected 1940s diner could become a retro spot for a quick meal.
... It's life's illusions I recall ...
But Ms. Cook has stopped fantasizing about what might be, and started worrying about what might shut down. The flower store has closed; no gourmet market is moving in. Lucy Finch, a vintage boutique, folded last month. That Yarn Store, a hangout for crochet-heads, didn’t survive a bad winter.
... I really don't know life ...
The deep recession, with its lost jobs and falling home values nationwide, poses another kind of threat: to the character of neighborhoods settled by the young creative class, from the Lower East Side in Manhattan to Beacon Hill in Seattle. The tide of gentrification that transformed economically depressed enclaves is receding, leaving some communities high and dry.
For long-time [read: working class] residents, the return to pre-boom [bubble] rents may be a blessing. But it also poses [to whom?] a rattling question of identity: What happens to bourgeois bohemia when the bourgeois part drops out?
I don't know.
Well, I know what happened to me in the 2000 bubble, and I know what happened to me in the 2008, with The Big Shitstorm. No doubt much the same lies ahead for Ms. Cook or those like her. But it's all creative destruction, right? Mustn't be bitter and cling to the lattes!
I've lived in Bohemia, and it's a beautiful place. So, any member of the "creative" [cough] "class" is welcome to join us under the bus! Even the ones who helped shove us there.