"In Windsor Terrace, where I live now, the big Irish and Italian and very Catholic families packed into the compact wood-frame houses in the very safe neighborhood where mobsters’ moms used to live have been replaced by a different sort of stroller set of smaller and less ethnically identified young, mostly white families priced out of Park Slope. Still farther from Manhattan (and less in its orbit), Bensonhurst, once Brooklyn’s Little Italy, is packed with Chinese, many living in homes chopped into one-room apartments, and Egyptians. The nature of the city is such that someone is always elbowing out someone else, and eventually getting elbowed themselves. Things change fast enough that the same hundred-year-old rowhouses that span and define the borough, mostly built as fairly affordable family housing, have gone from that to mansions to rooming houses and back again. But our long hot streak, even as national and local trends have hollowed out the city’s middle class, has put almost that entire housing stock out of the reach of far too many New Yorkers who haven’t shared in the gains. Instead, much of it has been claimed by a self-identified and self-celebrating creative class, many of its members with shallow roots in the city, that’s spread a curated-to-death monoculture that prizes ever-finer distinctions in its alcohol, caffeine, food and culture while elbowing aside all%"
— The bogus brands of Brooklyn - Daily News