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November 03, 2011

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Asher

Frankly, I think pieces like this, rather than your film reviews, are your real forte. You have a real talent for the dumb Slate piece takedown; the Gawker piece is nasty and less funny than it thinks it is, while your piece is a thoughtful, humane, honest reflection on Brooklyn and race and cultural ignorance - it actually does something more than mock Roiphe, it says something about the matter. Unfortunately there's definitely much more of a market for the Gawker model.

Jaime

Wait a sec... they SHUT DOWN the Smith & 9th station?

Dug this as well. I find it hard to accept the idea that one can write as if they understand New York City without understanding things like the way school zones and transportation nodes affect a neighborhood's "scene," especially as that "scene" shifts in identity from one hour of the day to the next. The demographic, as it were, here in Jackson Heights is fairly amorphous; weekdays between 1 and 4 in the afternoon are different than Sunday mornings or Friday evenings, and so on. And then it depends on which avenue you're on, which school or business district you happen to be passing through, etc. I guess that's hard to pitch to the editors at places like Slate.

Michael Adams

This has nothing to do with the above, but it's my lone Brooklyn story. I grew up in Alabama thinking, because of movies and TV, that Brooklyn was mostly populated by middle-aged white men (usually cops) with Irish accents. The first time I ever visited Brooklyn, in 1988 or 1989, I parked in a lot near Brooklyn College and was warmly greeted by the attendant: a middle-aged white man with an Irish accent. Sometimes stereotypes are true.

Jaime

Actually, you know what? I just try to stay indoors between 1 and 4 in the afternoon, regardless of ZIP code. I can't stand older kids - I CAAAAAN'T STAAN' EM! as Lina Lamont might say. Fortunately - again a bennie of my chosen ZIP code, my biggest obstacle between the train station and my front door is the never-ending caravan of Oblivious Stroller Mommies. (And 60% of those kids are walking *alongside* the stroller, what's up with that?)

John Merrill

An aside --- I live on 1st Place between Court and Smith --- in the early mornings now the junkies who buy the morning bag on 9th Street now get off at the Carroll Street stop and walk down. Reminds me of the old, old days when this hood was crazy.

renardfantastiq

Asher, I agree with you that GK does have an excellent socio-critical eye for this sort of thing. And I also agree that the Gawker piece was pretty nasty. But you know, and I know this is unnecessarily crude, fuck her. If she gets a little nastiness thrown her way because of that, and other, insipid, banal, self-serving, stupid pieces, that's fine by me.

bstrong

I first moved to Brooklyn in 1994—Prospect Heights, where I lived then, was not the place it is now—and Asher and renardfantastiq are right. This is a great takedown of a deeply stupid piece. Funny, on point, and showing an actual knowledge of history and of the place you live in. You should do more of them, Glenn.

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