Does the sound of generic proto-bluegrass/stylized rock, carefully dirty/perfectly accessorized, music permeating every radio station make you hate life? Do the obligatory, shoegazing, bearded, cookie-cutter southern, tattooed, vintage-hat wearing, banjo-playing 2 or 14 person indie/douche bands you get from your hipsterier-than-thou friends get worse and worse every year? If so, you need to listen to Christmas music on every other dial.
Fun stuff, CIA kid. You mean Yankee carpetbaggers like Mike Lata and Sean Brock who moved south backed by hedge fund/Wall St money designed to finance a "uniquely Southern" culinary destination economy? An economy, interestingly enough, that YOU benefit from, being a CIA student.
God, the arrogance of natives here is nauseating. You appeal for outside investment, and resent those who invest. You spin a narrative of idyllic Charleston "Southerness," but hate those who pay to experience that narrative and pay your rent.
The hyperbole on all sides is entertaining. $9 million in health issues a year for Charleston residents? Ok. $37 million in revenue yearly from "the cruise industry" for "Charleston's economy." Ok. Prove both.
(However, it's cute how health issues only pertain to an infrequent cruise ship stop over, and not the port's busy activity)
Knick knack purveyors vs South of Broad blue bloods. Small town drama.
Also, explain this, "Welcome to Charleston, home of the No. 1 tourist destination in America." #1 in what regard, exactly? Due to an online reader's poll from the same magazine that miraculously listed Fiery Ron's Home Team Barbecue as the best ribs in the nation? Someone's hired the same kick ass PR firm stuffing ballot boxes.
My favorite healthcare plan put forward by Republicans is the Heritage Foundation's own Affordable Care Act. You call it ObamaCare, artie.
How many glossy local magazines are there now foisting an image of a romantic, cultured, aristocratic south born out of the gauzy imaginings of teen-aged wanna-be belles and imagined country-clubbing trust-funded huntsman/capitalists? And then there are the hipster douche green/food mags. I imagine there are... 6 to 12 successful monthly/quarterly magazines here in Charleston about: Food, "southern culture," food, weddings, clothes, weddings, "southern architecture," food, and how kick ass it is to wealthy and white in the South.
It's this veneer of fantasy that is sold to housewives in Atlanta and wealthy vacationers nationwide as how life is here.
There's a thirsty market for it. At some point, however, we'll all tire of learning of the new douche bag bartender and his forearm tats on King Street or in Asheville harvesting his own ginger for his take on a turn of the century drink no one wants.
BTW... "In a country where a common economic criticism is that we no longer make anything, a media outlet is actively helping turn hobbies and dreams into viable manufacturing opportunities." What? I suppose you're right. Garden and Gun is THE most important thing to have ever happened. Jesus Christ. I hope you sent this... article, or whatever it is,... in with your resume.
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