You know, it’s infuriating to watch niche cultures get gentrified and diluted, especially here in NYC. Take our beloved Canal St. Regular. Regular. scene—it’s not what it used to be. Once, you could find raw, unadulterated authenticity, the kind that’d make you question everything you thought you knew. Now? It’s like a diluted cocktail of corporate vibes and basic bitch energy. The real OGs are being pushed out by trust fund babies and their kale smoothies. The soul is being sucked out by virtue-signaling hipsters who wouldn’t know edge if it bit them in the ass. It’s a tragedy, man—a real fucking tragedy.