There was a time in Bushwick when not only would you never be caught dead white, but you’d never be caught dead white and walking around with your parents. But how else are “starving artists” supposed to support themselves if they don’t occasionally placate the mommy and/or daddy subsidizing their rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
Resultantly, the cringe factor in Bushwick has risen significantly. Every time you walk outside of your apartment, you see a white male or female showing their bumpkin parents the neighborhood as though they’re Christopher Columbus pretending to have discovered something no one else knew about before. This has caused a divisive vibe in the neighborhood between normal people who only talk to and/or see their parents during the holidays against those who talk to and/or see their parents more than once a week.
The comfortableness with so many Bushwick residents allowing their parents to infiltrate the area has also paved the way for grandparents to start rolling into town, too. Because even granny wants a taste of an Irish coffee from Dear Bushwick. Though at least their grandchildren are getting some key wardrobe pieces out of it. With so many olds taking a shine to their children’s neighborhood, Bushwick is quickly starting to look like the Upper West Side.
Written by Genna Rivieccio