July 7, 2013
"You are seeing people ask themselves: Do I have an affair, get a divorce or get a downtown apartment?"
Says the real estate broker, claiming that moving downtown in NYC is "a very sexy thing to do, especially for those people living a sedate Park Avenue lifestyle."
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What if you move downtown and nothing happens? What does that say about YOU?!
We can't all be Petula Clark!
Fuck 'em! Boojie bastards!
Too much togetherment.
Yeah. Right. The idea of owning another home in the same town, just in another neighborhood, and just for the hipness factor, is completely alien to me.
(even if I imagine myself super rich)
Move downtown and start skanking around and lose control of the final destination of your sperm and have child support obligations (male) or skank around and grow old and lonely with your Sex in the City skank friends (female). How is this an ultimately rewarding future?
Says the real estate broker, claiming that...
Real estate brokers say a lot of things, most of them lies.
I sense a theme.
This sort of thing happens in every city.
In Gotham, however, those who make the move are going to have plenty of places from which to choose, thanks to Bloomie and Andy.
A decision tree I will never enter.
Isn't this the plot of "A Handful of Dust"? How modern. How sexy. All it took was the 1930's and a conservative Catholic satirist to come up with it.
My patience with people using marital discord to sell real estate has grown thin.
When I was working in real estate, a lot of the agents were part of these things called SBSs. Small Business Symposiums. I don't know who chose the name. Anyway, a typical SBS has a real estate agent, a mortgage broker, a divorce attorney, a florist, and so on. The idea being if someone gets divorced, they'll need an attorney, and someone to sell the house, and someone to help the divorced parties find new houses, and get loans for the new houses. And in the muddle, someone needs to send flowers to the aggrieved. Referrals all the way down.
It was a smorgasbord of symbiosis, and really darkened my view of humanity.
The vast majority of people buying 1M+ residences are not named Thurston (or some derivate thereof). They are typically not citizens or even resident aliens of America. This whole article is farcical.
People need more hobbies.
People need more hobbies.
Or fewer. Monogamy, polygamy, or crocheting--but not all three at once.
That's more often a sequence than a decision tree.....The Soho district in Manhattan is infested with models. I wonder if shrewd real estate agents plant them in the neighborhood to inflate property values.
I thought the 'propaganda' tag was apt. It's yet more evidence, if more were needed, of why that paper is less relevant than the Paducah Sun Democrat.
Let's have it said: I despise that rag and every smug bigoted snot limousine librul associated with it.
- Krumhorn
..ahhhh...and yes, I feel much better now
“You are seeing people ask themselves: Do I have an affair, get a divorce or get a downtown apartment?” said Michele Kleier, the president and chairwoman of Kleier Residential, a brokerage with a large uptown clientele. “It has become a very sexy thing to do, especially for those people living a sedate Park Avenue lifestyle.”
God forbid someone move someplace where the kids can grow up free range and the grandkids can spend all day out in the creek and you throw some chicken on the grill and spend time with a spouse who you have been committed to through thick and thin, and vice versa.
I'm with K-Liz.
These people are so full of themselves they can't see past their next entertainment.
But, sigh, I did room with a congressman's daughter for a semester, (she shop-lifted) and share a house with an offspring of one of Mrs. Astor's 400. So yes, they do exist. (Though The 400 has been replaced by something more gauche.)
My wife got all excited today when she saw a Baltimore Oriole in our Amelanchier.
Men should move to the Upper East Side. It's a white girl ghetto up there and the pickings are fine.
East of Third Avenue.
A 325% increase in prices? THAT'S TOO DAMNED HIGH!!
When I was in law school in the mid-to-late 60's, I had a girl friend who lived in an unheated apartment in the West Village, and I went to pot parties hosted by progressive jazz musicians in the East Village. Have the rich driven people like that out of Manhattan entirely? What a shame. The rich were never the real reason to go to New York; they were a tourist attraction, yes, like Grant's Tomb or the Seaport, but the tourist attractions are never enough.
I wish they'd all go to Milan and stay there, instead of just talking about it.
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