I love the city I live in. There's something about Cambridge that states your political and social preferences in one fell swoop. Sure, not everyone is a Saab/Volvo driving lesbian-loving tree-hugger with an iPhone, just the majority.
But let's not push it. On Saturday in the window of my local coffee shop, there was a guy, trying way too hard, to look like a slacker, sipping a $5 coffee, tapping his fingers to some World Music beats on his iPod as he read this book.
I'm no church pipe-organist, but come on. Really?