San Francisco Hipsters: The Most Tolerable Hipsters?

Oh, the East Coast. It tickles us ever so.
Last year Cornell University's
Erin Geld wrote something or other about the Cosby's neighborhood as a bastion of coke-fueled cool, and all of the hipsters freaked the fuck out on her via the comment thread on a Gawker post. It seems that Geld trashed Brooklyn and its allegedly (un?)cool scene, so people went batshit. Or something like that. (Being a story about NYC and Ivy Leaguers, we're sure it's much more complicated than we could possibly understand.)
Anyway, her feelings we hurt so much by the angularly-haired that she moved here to San Francisco. (Welcome, Erin!) Here's what she says in Newsweek online about living among the hipsters in Baghdad by the Bay:
So, I eschewed the Ithaca-to-Williamsburg trend and went west to San Francisco. It is, surprisingly, almost more packed with bandanna babies than Brooklyn. They lounge in Dolores Park with organic sandwiches and two-buck Chuck as if it were stale bagels and PBR on Bedford Avenue. They are similar: name-dropping obscure bands, writing novels "secretly" and being endearingly vain. But in the Mission’s sweet-smelling cloud of tolerance, hipsters are relaxed and just a bit more lovable.
Being from somewhere else is a good thing. It's expected, interesting. There's no convenient Internet venue through which to pick on people, as they lick their own outsider wounds. ["Ahem!" -- SFist] Instead, people comment on restaurants and farmers' markets. They're usually nice. Helpful. Memories of 1967 still linger in the Bay Area, and people are a little goofy for my East Coast taste. But, thank God, they don’t take themselves very seriously--they're way cool with being cool.
Dolores Park? Two-buck chuck? Organic? Novels? She might be confusing hipsters with fags. Also: Nice? Helpful? Not taking ourselves seriously? She might be confusing SF with Portland.
What say you, cool readers? Are our hipsters the most huggably soft in the land?
