No Sleep Till

You know what I'm sick of hearing about?

Brooklyn.

Now, don't get me wrong, I have friends who live in Brooklyn, and I'm sure it's a nice place and all, but, I mean, the amount of attention the place gets, you'd think it was Paris in the '20's or something.

I can't help feeling there's a touch of insincerity to all the Brooklyn love--people priced out of Manhattan decided to affect an annoying amount of love for the place they had to settle for and set all their novels there and think it's actually more important and interesting than it actually is. But, I mean, I suppose that's only natural--I did the same thing when I had to live in Somerville instead of Cambridge or Boston. Well, I didn't set any novels or movies there, but I did affect a love for a town that hated me and that I eventually grew to hate in return.

But what's really, really annoying is the fact that since so much of the publishing and media world now lives in Brooklyn, we just have to hear about it all the time, so much so that when some tool writes a moronic rant like this, we then get to read about it in a blog ostensibly devoted to publishing.

I mean, we have annoying cranks in my neighborhood too--recently some yutz wrote that a church that burned down shouldn't be rebuilt but, rather, should sell its land to help alleviate my neighborhood's terrible Luxury Condo Shortage Crisis--but we keep 'em in our neighborhood paper that nobody outside the neighborhood reads because nobody outside the neighborhood cares, or, for that matter, should care.

Here's hoping the priced-out-of Park Slope literati discover Queens or something, so we can at least start hearing way too much about a different borough.