When I started telling people that I was moving to Portland, everyone suggested I watch Portlandia. Now that I live here, everyone asks if the show is true… Yes. Kind of. They exaggerate characteristics, and sometimes there is some Seattle in there – but yes, it’s true. No it isn’t offensive if you ask, and yes I do find it funny.
My Portlandia Truths:
People care. Is it local? No? Get that shit out of here immediately. This is one of the huge perks of Portland, foodie central – and I love it.
Clowning is completely acceptable, piercings and tattoos are everywhere, there are copious bands, and we like it that way.
The judgement is real. And only sometimes silent.
Some people actually don’t have it. Do they exist? I know a few.
It may just be me, buut my colleague from New York agrees Portland drivers are the worst.
Last week I saw a biker with a cross-bow on his back.
This one is universal, but Portland takes it to a new level at times.
Artisan Popcorn and Truffle Fries please!
I haven’t seen one, but I fully believe it exists.