Oh pity the poor denizens of Williamsburg. The erosion of hipster trust funds is leading their greasy little utopia to slowly devolve into some sort of Mad Max-esque, post-apocalyptic real estate wasteland, just like Miami! So says New York Magazine.

Poor Ruth Madoff's been reduced to coupon clipping. Sadly, since Cipriani's no longer running their Buy-Nine-Truffle-Strewn-Lobsters-Get-An-Iced-Tea-Free promotion, Ruthie went elsewhere: California Pizza Kitchen. How'd it go? Terribly. Also, tasty tips for her!

The ill-concealed dream of every flyover state art school grad and casual hip hop fan to move to Brooklyn has finally come true: Williamsburg is officially the city's worst urban hell of rusting empty buildings. Just like a real ghetto!

Have you heard of Jay Mundy? He's a conservative radio host who sounds like the result of a mating between a snapping turtle and a head of lettuce, which means he'll be a big GOP star! And he hates Williamsburg!

If you're going to spend $255 on crib for your spawn, you might as well do it ironically, right?

The global economic downturn is forcing parents of Williamsburg hipsters to drastically scale back their monthly allowances, forcing many of them to turn to drastic measures to pay for their PBR and Edensoy, drastic measures like actually getting jobs.

An exclusive citizen's report from the main drag of Hipster Brooklyn - Bedford Avenue - gives us photographic evidence of a twee takeover of NYC's most gentrified 'hood earlier today: Sesame Street was filming in Williamsburg.

Here's a sad update the story of Angel Hess, the hipster/hippie whose raggedy truck "Purple 53" once haunted Williamsburg: He's stuck in Colorado, where he says he's been scammed by a childhood friend who "hijacked" his truck.

New York City, which is broke, of course, is selling off naming rights for its city parks. For mere millions! Using sociogeographical insight and imaginary marketing expertise, we have compiled a list of exactly who should buy these rights for a half-dozen parks. Read it and argue:

Vice Magazine is trying to be the coolest magazine in the world and, simultaneously, the biggest bunch of sellouts ever to walk the streets of Williamsburg, in an effort to see if it's actually possible to bend over backwards far enough to give a blowjob to oneself.

Black. Hipsters. Blipsters. Is your brain leaking out of your ears, socioculturally speaking, at the very idea? Who are they? Why are they? Fortunately there's a new article that tries—and fails—to provide answers:

Attention, our target demographic: do not miss your opportunity for a Free Bouncy Ride from someone in a plush Bluebird Furry outfit, on the Lorimer L train platform at 11 pm tonight. Clean, affordable fun!:

An English chemist has explained the origin of life. Meanwhile, Williamsburg hipsters pose in socks.

The sensibility of all hipsters have two axes: 1. "irony" 2. "alternative". This weekend I got hipster-lit, myspace-account broker, and quirky-NYM-darling Tao Lin to help me plot current events on The Hipster Matrix.

This week we shine the light on recent casting call for a real/fake Hipster Reality Show! Our guests: Hipster guru Robert Lanham, author/playwright Rachel Shukert, and harpy blogger Becky Sharper. Go hipster or go home!

Bros! Been reading Hipster Runoff and Tao Lin. Feel sad now. Like they're free and I'm just a ToKn. Or multicultural metrocard. but my slang and colloquialisms don't get me on the hip-train n-e more.

Look At This Fucking Hipster is a very popular website. The site's writer is a good friend of mine, and though he'd rather stay anonymous, he agreed to answer some questions.

Look, it's your friend the Hipster Grifter, Kari Ferrell, speaking from the heart! Bucky Turco at Animal NY convinced her to come out of hiding and speak to you, the fans. She wants money.

Fugitive Hipster Grifter Kari Ferrell already has a standing offer to do some porn, and now she has another one to be on an awful-sounding reality show. This is how people "make it":

It's been 12 days since the story of hipster grifter Kari Ferrell swept the world, and here's an amazing thing: she's vanished! Here's a more amazing thing: she's still in NYC!