But…no. It’s like a mother who is convinced that her kid is the greatest thing God ever created, and she won’t stop telling you how smart, how talented, how simply wonderful her little darling is. She doesn’t mean it to put down the other kids, and the kid may indeed be very bright and talented, but after hearing about it non-stop you just want to smack the mother, tell her to cool her jets, and get a little perspective. Even though it’s not meant to be confrontational, it almost ends up that way.
You’re just jealous because of how awesome we are.
Hey, I resemble that remark!
See my location? Guess where I’m from (born and bred). 
Pistols at dawn for pitting me (yeah, a little more egotism thrown in for good measure).
Dude, you live in Queens. Does that even count? 
[sub]Waiting for someone to tell me that the Upper East is too quiet/boring to really be city living.[/sub]
How many different recipes could there possibly be for toad-in-the-hole?
When New Yorkers refer to “the city”, they actually mean Manhattan.
Oh, shit, dude. You don’t wanna go there. Me and my homies will kick your ass in so many languages you’ll think you’ve been on vacation for years.
Well, it’s a good thing we New Yorkers don’t give a fuck about what you think, **Rodgers01
**, or we’d all have our feelings hurt right about now. But since we’re all so egotistical, what you think is moot, stupid and besides the point.
Lucky ole, Rodg-- you can post here on this board and have so many New Yorkers deign to respond.
What is this incessant boasting I keep seeing here? I’ve lived here 45 of my 46 years and have never heard this other than a few stupid soundbites on TV.
Have you been to New York? Are you claiming that you walked around and people came up to you unsolicited bragging about the greatness of New York?
It IS an overweaning pride and a smug assumption that everyone feels the same way that bugs me so much about New York.
Yeah-it’s nice–parts of it, anyway. Yeah-it’s got great museums–but not the greatest ones on Earth. London beats NY with one hand tied behind its back and blindfolded.
Yeah-it’s food is good–but can’t hold a candle to Paris in terms of cafe ambience and consistent quality of entree.
I live near Chicago–and I am glad for our “second city” status–life here is not so arrogant or smug.
Feh, I can’t be bothered. Too busy booking opera tickets and looking at all the Picassos in MOMA.
Now that’s just mean. I’m not waiting until dawn for you…drive-by tonight.
It does the way some people say it. I don’t think that it’s an endemic New Yorker problem, but I have met one or two really pretentious knobs who acted like going to school in Boston was like being exiled to the island of Elba.
But it’s natural for people to be proud of their home towns.
I lived in NY all my life until a few months ago, and only now do I understand what a special place it is.
I moved to SF, and it’s a nice city and all, but it just seems so small.
I’ve never been to New York. I have no special fondness for the place. I have zero desire to live there. I’m tired of all the sitcoms, movies, etc. being set in New York. I agree that some New Yorkers are overly impressed by how special their city is and how special they are for being there. There are plenty of places that score way higher than NY on all sorts of scales.
That said, I think New York does have a legitimate claim to being the greatest city on earth.
London and Paris? London and Paris! Feh! They’re like athletes who hang on long past their prime (see: Vinnie Testaverde). They’re done. They’re washed up. They’re lucky if they’ve got one good game left in them. They should just retire; they’re only a drag on the real global star.
Americans have just got this pride thing going on; that’s all.
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I kid because I love… Anyway, in another couple of months, I’m going to move to…
New Jersey
<sigh>
As someone who was born and raised in Texarkana, I can tell you that’ll never happen. Even Carl Finch (Brave Combo, grammy winning polka band) barely mentions he’s from there when he plays Texarkana. Anybody with talent is clamoring to leave and isn’t singing its praises. Does Ross Perot mention it? Did Scott Joplin write a “Texarkana Rag”? Did Joshua Logan direct a broadway show about the Phantom Killer in the Town that Dreaded Sundown?
It does, however, have an abundance of really good burger joints.
I didn’t realize various Greek dialects counted as different languages now.
Happens to me all the time when I’m up there. You’ll have some guido in a half-butttoned silk shirt, a wife beater underneath and a giant gold cross come walk up to you and say, “Yo, New Ywork is da greatest, yo. Let’s get some cwawfee.”
This thread keeps reminding me of perhaps the worst commercial I’ve ever seen (video on linked page). Mostly because a) I can’t believe that they invoked 9/11 to sell a fucking credit card and b) I can’t believe de Niro actually stooped to this.