Could this article on Boston’s South End be anymore condescending?
BOSTON, while still not quite an avatar of cool, is showing plenty of new signs, for better or worse, of hipness. A Barneys New York opened at Copley Place this past spring, and the conductor of the Boston Pops, Keith Lockhart, has introduced “Pops on the Edge,” a series that features musicians like Elvis Costello, Aimee Mann and the alternative country-rockers My Morning Jacket. A lot of the cultural heat is smoldering in the city’s South End. This vital neighborhood has been “emerging” for more than 10 years, but has now officially emerged. Engaging new restaurants, bars, shops and condominiums are found among the brownstones on Tremont Street, and are tucked into the side streets, too. Spending 36 hours in the South End proves that Boston has a happening, maybe glamorous, scene — even if some Bostonians still believe in eating supper at 5 o’clock.
Right, like there’s no person in New York that eats at 5. Puleeze. Ann Marie Gardner, I don’t know where you’ve been for the last 10 years, but you don’t know what the hell you are talking about, so just shut up before you offend another city.
What a bunch of crap! I particularly like how they dismiss the “Pops on the Edge” music series by misidentifying My Morning Jacket as “alternative country-rockers” (um, actually, they’re more mellow indie rock with a Neil Young influence) as if to suggest that Bostoners are a bunch of hayseeds.
Normally I’d ignore an article like this, but for some reason this one really pissed me off. Boston’s got its problems sure, but the author of the article makes us sound like some small town that they drove through on the way to the West coast and said “hey, there’s life out here!” It’s just bullshit.
I’d like to apologize on behalf of New Yorkers for the self-absorbed delusions that we are the center of the universe that occasionally plague us, and publicly acknowledge that culture does exist outside of Manhattan (heck, even outside of Brooklyn). And I’m not being hiply ironic – this attitude is just stupid. Sorry, Boston.