In a piece about Red Hook, Village Voice writer Carla Blumenkranz characterizes fellow blogger, Callalillie, as an ambivalent post yuppie. Huh?

Like a prehistoric, three-legged fish crawling out of some slurpy,
subterranean swamp, here is Red Hook in its current state of evolution:
two healthy-looking 30-somethings wearing drugstore sunglasses, using
the backboards at the Harold Ickes playground to practice their tennis
strokes. It’s a real open court, this neighborhood, part-deserted, well
located, and prepared to be made over in the image of its newest and
least-hardy settlers.

Oldish-youngsters aren’t much newer to this area than
gentrification is to certain parts of Brooklyn. What’s changing,
drastically, just this month, is the basic interface of the
neighborhood: One long blink and Red Hook won’t look, sit, taste, or
travel anything like it did before. On April 15, Carnival’s Queen Mary
2 docked, with great fanfare, at the new Brooklyn Cruise Ship Terminal,
at the corner of Atlantic Avenue and Columbia Street. And while Red
Hook might seem bleak to the first few rounds of Carnival-goers, their
ships will soon come in to truckloads of fresh produce: Fairway Market
on Van Brunt Street looks about ready to burst open. Meanwhile, the
Ikea site, also on the waterfront, awaits transformation; developers
float visions of parks, condos, and fish markets; and relatively
long-term residents rest just a little uneasy.

Local blogger Callalillie smartly embodies the embarrassed
post-yuppie ambivalence of future corporate shoppers. On the one hand,
she claims she would gladly trek to Manhattan for vegetables, if it
meant saving the gnarled warehouses she adores. On the other, she write
that when Fairway opens, she’ll be one of the first in line, buying
each and every one of the canisters in the spice section. Looks like
she won’t have to choose….READ MORE