What pisses off a New Yorker? One word: Everything.
We’re a surly breed struggling to live in the greatest city in the world. And don’t even try to tell me it’s not — EVERYONE wants to live here. Even if you love the place you are now, at some point in your life, Gossip Girl, or Barney Stinson, or some other cliche film/television show put a kernel of inspiration into your brain that made you think Frank Sinatra’s lyrics could come true (“If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere…”).
So you packed up your bags and found a shitty apartment somewhere in Williamsburg, where you pay about $1,700 a month to live in a hipster’s windowless bedroom closet. That’s cool. Welcome to my ‘hood. I was born and raised in this city, and I can tell you exactly the sorts of things that piss us off.