You call the WWII Club “The Deuce”
You have male friends who wear clogs
You know why the guy at Joe’s Pizza is wearing a sombrero
You miss Pleasant Street Theater
You’ve taken a side in the “Hamp” v. “Noho” debate
You see a man in a dress on the street and it ain’t no thang
You’ve gone sledding at Hospital Hill
You’ve practiced at a half-dozen yoga studios and are not even halfway through the list — also, you say “practice” yoga without a trace of self-consciousness
You’ve put money in guitarist Daniel Evans’ cup
You’ve kissed a girl
You wave to the cars that stop for you as you use the crosswalk
You may not vote for Hilary because she’s too moderate
You’re not sure you have a car underneath your bumper stickers anymore and at least one of them is a Coexist sticker
You can’t tell your silver Prius apart from all the other ones
You’ve ordered — and enjoyed — a vegan meal from a restaurant
You’ve met Kim Gordon
You’re friends with at least one somewhat-famous musician
You’ve never been to the Starbucks on Main Street
You’re not embarrassed to ask the waiter whether the eggs came from cage-free chickens
You think “Buy Local” is more than a slogan, it’s a way of life
You work a second job to support your espresso habit
You’ve marched down Main Street under a rainbow flag
You’ve done all of your Christmas shopping at Faces
You know what “sex positive” means
You think a bar with fewer than 20 beer taps seems skimpy
You’ve sat too close to someone at the communal table at Northampton Coffee
You’ve been invited to a potluck at the UU
You’ve seen a show at Pearl Street
You know where the “dog park” is
You think Portlandia is a documentary
You’ve attended a protest on Main Street
You know the ball falls up
