<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[The Dish]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://dish.andrewsullivan.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Andrew Sullivan]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://dish.andrewsullivan.com/author/sullydish/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[A Commune For The End&nbsp;Times]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:8pt;"><em>by Zoë Pollock</em></span></p>
<p>In Brooklyn, Erica Sackin <a href="http://www.theawl.com/2010/12/welcome-to-the-hipocalypse" target="_self">prepares</a> for the coming apocalypse:</p>
<blockquote><p>Think about it. Why else would we eschew “real” jobs for things like baking, bartending or making coffee, all of which are, I might add, entirely end-times-proof professions? (You think people won’t need coffee after the world ends? Or a drink? Trust me, when those four horsemen ride in you’ll be begging for some of our small-batch-hand-distilled whiskey. <em>Begging</em>.) Living without health insurance? That’s stupid! Unless… you need practice for when things like hospitals and co-payments disappear in a rain of hellfire from the gods. &#8230;</p>
<p>Remember when you were all laughing at us for wearing skinny jeans, only to be reading about them in the pages of <em>Vogue</em> the following year? Remember when the same thing happened with leggings, bangs and listening to Arcade Fire? Well this is like that, only with more fire and damnation.</p></blockquote>
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