May 3, 2015
It seems like at least once a week, we're treated to another article in which the author simultaneously complains about and rhapsodizes about New York City, explaining why she's forsaking it for somewhere else. These articles make me roll my eyes hard enough to almost cause near-blindness, especially when the city is likened to an "abusive boyfriend" or something of that sort. Listen. If you're so staggeringly unoriginal that that's the best you can do, you're not worthy of this city to begin with and, well, you can go write about when one door closes, another one opens -- somewhere else.