There are many, many such endeavors, of course. I postulated that all of the linguistic adornment was a ruse to hide their feelings of inadequacy for living in Brooklyn instead of Manhattan. I am fairly certain that my little jab was facetious. But then Paul slapped me, and I was chastened. I suppose some humor just pushes the boundaries too far.

Later, I learned that Manhattan is the new Brooklyn and somehow the whole day, the japery, the violence... it all made sense. My ass is the new magazine headline.