"I'm firmly committed to the notion that there's an unbridgeable divide." That would be Bed-Stuy, if I'm not mistaken.

That's it. I'm moving to Philadelphia.

Someone needs to bitch-slap that Christian snot. Reading Lawrence and being annoyed by Lawrence's ridiculously pretentious prose doesn't make you illiterate--it means you have taste. Lawrence sucks. But at least the girl was reading Lawrence instead of doing the typical Park Sloper straphanger shuffle: highlighting the daily ratings report for Fox News, poring over Ratner's legal briefs, flipping through a bad chick lit manuscript from William Morris, or, most pathetic, skimming the Observer looking for mentions of Vassar classmates.

"Christian". As a dude with an M.A. in literature, I can tell you there's no good reason to ever ask someone on the train if they've read "any other Lawrence". You just look pretentious (or undiplomatically: like a douchebag).

Carrol Gardens stand up!!! Go to hell you BSL hippies! get a job Williamsburg.

You said it, Killa Sam. People from F-train Brooklyn could go around strangling baby ducks and drowning adorable kittens, and they'd still be preferable to the L-train crowd. Nobody from Blue States Lose lives in Park Slope.

A pox on all of them.

Christian the snot douchebag here. Just wanted to thank Alphonso and giddygoon for the feedback. I've been bitch-slapping myself all day in the hope of disabusing myself of my taste for pretentious prose that "sucks." Maybe all along what this dude was missing was an MA in literature, but at the end of the day, readers of The Rainbow, who does girl-on-girl better than old David Herbert?

Listen, Killa Sam is dumb. Lawrence is brilliant. Difficult, but brilliant. But that\'s not really what it\'s about, \"Xian\". It\'s about harassing people on the train, then in the same breath insinuating their vapid stupidity. This is what makes it difficult to love literature. Folk who are enthusiastic about it, not because they love the books, but because they love the cache they get reading the books. And because they love feeling superior to people on the subway. Is that the person you want to be, Xian? If so, then enjoy a world of being made fun of after appearances in the Observer.

Brooks somehow neglects to mention the divide between north and south Williamburg. Havemeyer and Grand is the new N. 7th and Bedford, but with a better sense of humor. Southside's got spirit, yes we do!

Hey, giddygoon, are you actually making fun of park slopers for having jobs? Why don't you shove your studio art degree up your puckered ass, write a sonnet about how much of your parents money you spent pimping your loft, and then spend the afternoon in bed thinking about what you'll spend your allowance on next month.

I'm making fun of Park Slopers for having jobs that hurt America, to paraphrase Mr. Stewart. And I was making a point about Christian's ridiculous description of Williamsburgers as illiterate. (Illiterate and reading DH Lawrence. Heh.) It's funny, you're so busy believing that everyone in Williamsburg is a trust fund loser that you missed the fact that every fucking neighborhood in New York is full of trust fund losers. As someone who lived in the Upper West Side, the West Village, the East Village, Park Slope and Williamsburg, I would say Williamsburg has less trust funders than all of the places I lived. (Most trust funders prefer the company of rich people--and there's a helluva lot more of those in other places.) You just hate artists--or more likely, you hate people who don't find meaning in the craptastic jobs I implied in my previous comment. Maybe you should actually go to Williamsburg and see how the artists live. Ignore the come-lately ad execs in the over-priced condos, and talk to the people who moved there because it has a dynamic, art-interested culture. I liked the neighborhood because it was full of freaks, weirdos, artists, writers, classical and rock musicians, grad students, fashion designers, and bizarre stores that would never survive in another neighborhood. When I lived in Williamsburg, and I had a job that hurt America, I couldn't pay my rent, my student loans, or the price of a meal in Park Slope. My loft had broken windows, no heat, and no fire escape. I "pimped" it with furniture from Salvation Army and stuff I found on the street. I wish I'd had an allowance, but instead I had lawsuits from my credit card companies. So, D-block, why don't you shove your MBA up your ass and go back to your spreadsheets. I'm sure there are some shareholders that need your attention.