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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Locals of a certain age realize DC has a robust black history…and has always been segregated in very obvious ways.

But we grew up with legit diversity in an area known to have a very international citizenry.

We remember when DC was really scary…and then the gentrification was so overt and overwhelming that the city nearly became unrecognizable…and now the crime is ticking up and worrisome because we remember what it was like before.

We call it National Airport.

We sometimes slip and refer to the Bullets. They’ll always be the Redskins and the players that won super bowls will always be our favorites.

We can easily find our tribe through certain references. Did you do cotillion at Visitation? Did you go to Shakey’s for pizza afterwards? Did you sneak into (insert favorite bars/clubs)?

We never refer to any of the suburban malls as Westfield Whatever. There was White Flint (RIP), Montgomery Mall, and Wheaton Plaza (plaza, not mall!). We still call them by these names.

We sometimes refer to CVS as People’s.

We enjoyed the same local news people for decades and were truly sad when they retired or passed away.

We still miss WHFS and the HFStival.

We can hardly recognize the downtown area. It looks so different.

We remember when Georgetown was edgy and cool. We remember when it was sketchy. We know it’s black history. We lament the fact that it now looks like any strip mall in Anytown USA. Boo chains!

We remember when Chinatown was really sketchy.

We remember debating whether it was worth the gas money to schlep to a keg party in the burbs or a field party in Olney/Derwood/Etc back when they still had fields before the McMansions were built.

We aren’t as preppy as our northern counterparts, but we embrace a rather classic/traditional/boring aesthetic.

We have an arrogance/confidence that comes from generations of people who were better educated than most and on top of national and international news/world events. We understand what happens in Washington and why it matters.

We tend to be driven by impact (and power) rather than just money.

We don’t look down on Rehoboth, Bethany, Fenwick, Lewes, and even OCMD. We went to beach week.

Most people who moved here in the 90's know most of your references. So?

There are no other educated areas, or places with accomplished people? Are you really so isolated?

Disagree.

If you arrived as a young adult in the 90s, you don’t remember when DC was sketchy. Georgetown wasn’t sketchy in the 90s lol.

And you didn’t go to cotillion at Visi. Or beach week. Heck, if you tell me where you stayed for beach week, I can probably guess if you went to public or private school, which school, etc.

If you are a catholic Washingtonian from way back, you/your relatives are in a subculture of its own. If you know, you know.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Locals of a certain age realize DC has a robust black history…and has always been segregated in very obvious ways.

But we grew up with legit diversity in an area known to have a very international citizenry.

We remember when DC was really scary…and then the gentrification was so overt and overwhelming that the city nearly became unrecognizable…and now the crime is ticking up and worrisome because we remember what it was like before.

We call it National Airport.

We sometimes slip and refer to the Bullets. They’ll always be the Redskins and the players that won super bowls will always be our favorites.

We can easily find our tribe through certain references. Did you do cotillion at Visitation? Did you go to Shakey’s for pizza afterwards? Did you sneak into (insert favorite bars/clubs)?

We never refer to any of the suburban malls as Westfield Whatever. There was White Flint (RIP), Montgomery Mall, and Wheaton Plaza (plaza, not mall!). We still call them by these names.

We sometimes refer to CVS as People’s.

We enjoyed the same local news people for decades and were truly sad when they retired or passed away.

We still miss WHFS and the HFStival.

We can hardly recognize the downtown area. It looks so different.

We remember when Georgetown was edgy and cool. We remember when it was sketchy. We know it’s black history. We lament the fact that it now looks like any strip mall in Anytown USA. Boo chains!

We remember when Chinatown was really sketchy.

We remember debating whether it was worth the gas money to schlep to a keg party in the burbs or a field party in Olney/Derwood/Etc back when they still had fields before the McMansions were built.

We aren’t as preppy as our northern counterparts, but we embrace a rather classic/traditional/boring aesthetic.

We have an arrogance/confidence that comes from generations of people who were better educated than most and on top of national and international news/world events. We understand what happens in Washington and why it matters.

We tend to be driven by impact (and power) rather than just money.

We don’t look down on Rehoboth, Bethany, Fenwick, Lewes, and even OCMD. We went to beach week.

Most people who moved here in the 90's know most of your references. So?

There are no other educated areas, or places with accomplished people? Are you really so isolated?

Disagree.

If you arrived as a young adult in the 90s, you don’t remember when DC was sketchy. Georgetown wasn’t sketchy in the 90s lol.

And you didn’t go to cotillion at Visi. Or beach week. Heck, if you tell me where you stayed for beach week, I can probably guess if you went to public or private school, which school, etc.

If you are a catholic Washingtonian from way back, you/your relatives are in a subculture of its own. If you know, you know.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:The first three digits of my social are 577

I used to jack candy bars from Rodmans when my mom wasn’t looking.

I would walk to Hellers bakery and buy two donuts and the weekend Post for my Father for $1.55

I fell in love with baseball at Turtle Park and once hit a home run that almost made it to Maryland from the field at 44th and Western.

I moved out to the country for high school so I never stuck around for the post-M. Barry revival. Even today, I still know you don’t let your purse hang loose down past Florida Ave.

But if you say you’re from DC. I’ll ask you quite pointedly; 577 or 578? And if you look at me funny I’ll know you really mean Rockville.

Thanks! With a mom who has 577 and me a 578 I did not know that about ssns.

Anonymous wrote:A lot of this is just about being old.

Anonymous wrote:Locals of a certain age realize DC has a robust black history…and has always been segregated in very obvious ways.

But we grew up with legit diversity in an area known to have a very international citizenry.

We remember when DC was really scary…and then the gentrification was so overt and overwhelming that the city nearly became unrecognizable…and now the crime is ticking up and worrisome because we remember what it was like before.

We call it National Airport.

We sometimes slip and refer to the Bullets. They’ll always be the Redskins and the players that won super bowls will always be our favorites.

We can easily find our tribe through certain references. Did you do cotillion at Visitation? Did you go to Shakey’s for pizza afterwasons.

Did you sneak into (insert favorite bars/clubs)?

We never refer to any of the suburban malls as Westfield Whatever. There was White Flint (RIP), Montgomery Mall, and Wheaton Plaza (plaza, not mall!). We still call them by these names.

We sometimes refer to CVS as People’s.

We enjoyed the same local news people for decades and were truly sad when they retired or passed away.

We still miss WHFS and the HFStival.

We can hardly recognize the downtown area. It looks so different.

We remember when Georgetown was edgy and cool. We remember when it was sketchy. We know it’s black history. We lament the fact that it now looks like any strip mall in Anytown USA. Boo chains!

We remember when Chinatown was really sketchy.

We remember debating whether it was worth the gas money to schlep to a keg party in the burbs or a field party in Olney/Derwood/Etc back when they still had fields before the McMansions were built.

We aren’t as preppy as our northern counterparts, but we embrace a rather classic/traditional/boring aesthetic.

We have an arrogance/confidence that comes from generations of people who were better educated than most and on top of national and international news/world events. We understand what happens in Washington and why it matters.

We tend to be driven by impact (and power) rather than just money.

We don’t look down on Rehoboth, Bethany, Fenwick, Lewes, and even OCMD. We went to beach week.

Anonymous wrote:The first three digits of my social are 577

I used to jack candy bars from Rodmans when my mom wasn’t looking.

I would walk to Hellers bakery and buy two donuts and the weekend Post for my Father for $1.55

I fell in love with baseball at Turtle Park and once hit a home run that almost made it to Maryland from the field at 44th and Western.

I moved out to the country for high school so I never stuck around for the post-M. Barry revival. Even today, I still know you don’t let your purse hang loose down past Florida Ave.

But if you say you’re from DC. I’ll ask you quite pointedly; 577 or 578? And if you look at me funny I’ll know you really mean Rockville.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Locals of a certain age realize DC has a robust black history…and has always been segregated in very obvious ways.

But we grew up with legit diversity in an area known to have a very international citizenry.

We remember when DC was really scary…and then the gentrification was so overt and overwhelming that the city nearly became unrecognizable…and now the crime is ticking up and worrisome because we remember what it was like before.

We call it National Airport.

We sometimes slip and refer to the Bullets. They’ll always be the Redskins and the players that won super bowls will always be our favorites.

We can easily find our tribe through certain references. Did you do cotillion at Visitation? Did you go to Shakey’s for pizza afterwards? Did you sneak into (insert favorite bars/clubs)?

We never refer to any of the suburban malls as Westfield Whatever. There was White Flint (RIP), Montgomery Mall, and Wheaton Plaza (plaza, not mall!). We still call them by these names.

We sometimes refer to CVS as People’s.

We enjoyed the same local news people for decades and were truly sad when they retired or passed away.

We still miss WHFS and the HFStival.

We can hardly recognize the downtown area. It looks so different.

We remember when Georgetown was edgy and cool. We remember when it was sketchy. We know it’s black history. We lament the fact that it now looks like any strip mall in Anytown USA. Boo chains!

We remember when Chinatown was really sketchy.

We remember debating whether it was worth the gas money to schlep to a keg party in the burbs or a field party in Olney/Derwood/Etc back when they still had fields before the McMansions were built.

We aren’t as preppy as our northern counterparts, but we embrace a rather classic/traditional/boring aesthetic.

We have an arrogance/confidence that comes from generations of people who were better educated than most and on top of national and international news/world events. We understand what happens in Washington and why it matters.

We tend to be driven by impact (and power) rather than just money.

We don’t look down on Rehoboth, Bethany, Fenwick, Lewes, and even OCMD. We went to beach week.

Most people who moved here in the 90's know most of your references. So?

There are no other educated areas, or places with accomplished people? Are you really so isolated?

Anonymous wrote:Locals of a certain age realize DC has a robust black history…and has always been segregated in very obvious ways.

But we grew up with legit diversity in an area known to have a very international citizenry.

We remember when DC was really scary…and then the gentrification was so overt and overwhelming that the city nearly became unrecognizable…and now the crime is ticking up and worrisome because we remember what it was like before.

We call it National Airport.

We sometimes slip and refer to the Bullets. They’ll always be the Redskins and the players that won super bowls will always be our favorites.

We can easily find our tribe through certain references. Did you do cotillion at Visitation? Did you go to Shakey’s for pizza afterwards? Did you sneak into (insert favorite bars/clubs)?

We never refer to any of the suburban malls as Westfield Whatever. There was White Flint (RIP), Montgomery Mall, and Wheaton Plaza (plaza, not mall!). We still call them by these names.

We sometimes refer to CVS as People’s.

We enjoyed the same local news people for decades and were truly sad when they retired or passed away.

We still miss WHFS and the HFStival.

We can hardly recognize the downtown area. It looks so different.

We remember when Georgetown was edgy and cool. We remember when it was sketchy. We know it’s black history. We lament the fact that it now looks like any strip mall in Anytown USA. Boo chains!

We remember when Chinatown was really sketchy.

We remember debating whether it was worth the gas money to schlep to a keg party in the burbs or a field party in Olney/Derwood/Etc back when they still had fields before the McMansions were built.

We aren’t as preppy as our northern counterparts, but we embrace a rather classic/traditional/boring aesthetic.

We have an arrogance/confidence that comes from generations of people who were better educated than most and on top of national and international news/world events. We understand what happens in Washington and why it matters.

We tend to be driven by impact (and power) rather than just money.

We don’t look down on Rehoboth, Bethany, Fenwick, Lewes, and even OCMD. We went to beach week.