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- The 2000s San Francisco hipster was born of the first Web bust, when everyone who got pink slips suddenly had a shitload of money to blow on conciliatory cocaine parties and then invest in outlandish artisanal Etsy dreams. For a moment, rent was low enough again to move here with no plan, if you didn’t mind three roommates plus multiple cats and a diet of Arinell’s. Now, after providing San Francisco with a big, fat target of derision for many years, actual hipsters are being forced out, too — or condemned to work double shifts at Four Barrel so they can afford to go see shows at the Chapel.