A magical place where the streets are paved in gold. The anhydrous wagons fill themselves. Nothing will ever be as good as it is in Star City. The current Mayor is D.P. Located just north of Monticello and south of heaven.
I've never done that before, but in Star City, we did it this way.
Nicemodernism is, at its core, a rejection of the post-modern refusal to take a positive stand. Rather than blithely accept the hipster paradigm that "cool" may be measured only by semantically null snobbery and arcane knowledge, the nicemodernists strive for a self-actualized understanding of what makes them happy. Nicemodernists reject the negativity and self-denying deconstructivism spawned by the pervasive fear of the Cold War era in favor of a delightfully clever Weltanschauung of self-love. Thus, there is no set style of dress or list of bands by which nicemodernists may be identified, but only an attitude of personal responsibility for one's own happiness. In a sense, it may be considered a modern outgrowth of Epicureanism tempered by the pressures of modern urban life.
The preps scorned me for liking to code; the goths rejected me for my freckles; the geeks begrudged me my rock climbing hobby - only the nicemodernists accepted that I could enjoy what I liked, and disregard the rest.