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A reader sent in this photo of a sign that was posted on Union and Fifth Avenue the other night, along with some insightful commentary: “It really made me realize that this kinda sums it up right now. The neighborhood is in a battle with itself.” GMAP


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  1. I used to really hate black people, hated ’em. But it never sat right with me y’know.
    Then I met a black guy and he was kind of OK.
    I don’t know any of these new yuppie-types–so I’m gonna hate them instead.

    Thank you park slope yuppies!

  2. I hate PS stroller moms because they stir up deep rooted feelings of resentment, anger and self-loathing that i am otherwise unable to process and/or reconcile myself.

    I want PS to return to a depressed and blighted area so the world i see outside my door is as shitty and woeful as it is within my own home and mind.

    -John Q. Hater

  3. I live in PS and while I don’t mean to be a humorless killjoy, I find the PS stereotypes kind of tiring. I myself am a hard-working mom (juggling a demanding job) and yes, we own our apartment, but only because my husband and I both work hard to pay the bills on it. Yes, we did have a bit of family help at the beginning for a down-payment (which years ago, was a modest affair) and now, yes, we are trying to parlay our apt, which has doubled in value, to a house – but actually, we are finding it very challenging to afford more space in PS. In other words, we are hardly smug hedge fund stroller pushers – more like frazzled parents trying to keep it together and be responsible to our families, co-workers, friends and community. Despite the expense of real estate in PS, we love it here and don’t want to leave – why? The park, the coop, the schools, and yes, the sense of community. Sure, there are probably some of the annoying types that the stereotypes are based on, but they are really only a fraction of the population, and it gets boring how that same small group becomes a stand-in for everyone in the neighborhood.

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