These days, the [New York] Times doesn’t consider itself biased. Instead, it's calling itself "urban modern" . . .Insofar as "Urban Modern" isn't just another code-word for "gay" (NTTAWWT, Gerald) what does it mean?
[New York Times Magazine editor Gerald Marzorati wrote:] "Call it Urban Modern. That is, I think it reflects not a left-or-right POLITICAL ideology but a geographical one, the mentality of the place it is created: 21st Century Manhattan."
In a previous thread, I mentioned that city people can't drive worth crap. So an inability to understand that the left lane is for fast drivers would qualify as a defining characteristic of "urban modern." Let's try a few others. You might be "urban modern" if . . .
- You graduated from a college where the yearly tuition is larger than the annual income of the doorman at your apartment building.
- You're all about "rights" mentioned nowhere in the Constitution, but don't believe the Second Amendment really means that ordinary people have the "right" to own guns.
- You actually considered moving to Connecticut to be a campaign volunteer for Ned Lamont.
- You're a woman who wears sneakers with a business suit while commuting, switching to heels after arriving at the office.
- You have ever used the phrase "social justice" in a conversation, and weren't joking.
- You make a six-figure salary, live in a rent-controlled apartment, and vote for candidates who promise to fix the "affordable housing" problem.
- You are a magazine editor named "Gerald."
UPDATE: Typo corrected, thanks to smart-asses in the comments.
UPDATE II: Jimmie Bise Jr. at Sundries Shack offers some good additions:
- Your definition of "crisis" is when the sushi bar down the street runs out of California Rolls.
- Even though you think people shouldn’t eat cows, you’ve never actually seen one face to face.
- You don’t know anyone whose job requires manual labor.
Oh, and as for sushi, I believe it was the late Lewis Grizzard who said, "Raw fish and seaweed? Where I come from, we call that bait." (The last time anyone saw an "urban modern" near Moreland, Ga., it was a writer from the New York Times -- sent down to cover the 1996 Atlanta Olympics -- who took a wrong turn leaving Hartsfield Airport. His rental car broke down on I-85. They towed the car to S&M Auto Repair in Newnan, which seemed to make the New York Times guy strangely happy. But then the guy made a lewd suggestion to Bubba, who was working the lube rack. The writer got his nose busted, got locked up overnight in the Coweta County Jail, and missed the men's gymnastics finals. "Urban moderns" have carefully avoided that vicinity ever since.)