While it is indeed true that there is no single place in the Sooner State from which you can swing a dead cat and hit restaurants of twenty-seven different ethnicities, and that there is no surplus of waifish Goth girls with art-history degrees, not everyone not even everyone of college age aspires to live inside a Bertolucci film.
There is, however, an abundance of dead-cat swingers:
One common argument liberals use when asserting that we should give in to the forces of “diversity” is to point at some tony urban area that has at least one Ethiopian restaurant and say “See? If not for Diversity™ the only restaurants we’d have would be Denny’s and McDonald’s!” In other words, liberals are focused mainly on their stomachs. The idea of being in a city without a decent Thai restaurant drives them frantic. As long as they can point to a Cambodian eatery or a Syrian café in their town they can reassure themselves that they are among the civilized. Their greatest fear is to be stuck in some flyover burg where the only food available is exactly like the stuff they were raised on in their bland, white, upper middle class childhoods.
Looking out my front door:
Distance to nearest Ethiopian restaurant: 5 miles.
Distance to nearest Denny’s: 6.4 miles.
I conclude that where I live is, by definition, hip. (The McDonald’s I pass by on weekdays, about two miles away, is closed for remodeling.)