Weird things happen when life begins to imitate art. Just walk in on a bunch of dogs smoking and playing poker and you’ll see what I mean. As principal as weirdness is to everyday life in Portland, Oregon, not everyone in this once-sleepy Pacific Northwestern enclave believes Portlandia is art in any way, shape, or form. For a number of residents, the popular IFC sketch comedy show is a grating nuisance at worst and a catalyst for the current gentrification crisis at best. Portland just happens to be rife with the kind of hippie-meets-hipster subculture that’s low-hanging fruit for sardonic one-liners about endless brunch lines and overzealous food co-op employees. Can the blame for Portland being on the fast track to becoming a twee, overpriced, NIMBY-ist hellscape akin to San Francisco possibly rest entirely on the shoulders of creators Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein, can it? I had to find out. My methodology? I spoke to a random smattering of locals -- both transplants and natives -- to give us their take on what gives behind the backlash. Let’s take a look.