If you live in Brooklyn, you'd better get all that shit you bought off Etsy and put it in some kind of whimsical vault with a vintage vinyl covering, because hipsters are coming for you and your OOAK bear sex ring. (And they're taking cameras, too. How else they gonna take some dope selfies?)
For some reason, attendance at Colonial Williamsburg has dropped like a rock, and the town is now reduced to trying to find ways to seem "hip," which is a terrible state of affairs. Isn't the whole point of Colonial Williamsburg that it's gloriously resistant to the whole concept of cool?