Point to anything on the street here, and some know-it-all will be able to talk your ear off about it— urban planning, city gardens, CSAs, bike lanes, Andy Cohen's gym, Broadway plays, Twitter followers, "300 sandwich" ladies, rich people who make their nannies take classes on how to cook quinoa— whatever you want.
Sullivan's biggest gripe is with really rich New Yorkers:
The rawness of American capitalism is almost palpable here — the stark and growing divide between the self-entitled super-rich and the struggling urban poor isn’t mediated by anything but mutual contempt. And what drives you crazy is that these cocooned, wealthy lefties think they’re enlightened.
Listen to any person in New York City long enough, and they will tell you of some New York experience that would be fit for an Upworthy headline, or Thought Catalog think piece. And if you ask them what they're up to, chances are they won't say anything about how they love taking off real pants and watching The Good Wife. Instead they will regale you with some kind of nice hobby that The New York Times Styles section will be talking about in a few months. Andrew Sullivan is no exception.
It wasn't too long ago that Sullivan was seen at Atlas Social Club. The ASC isn't just a gay bar owned by Anderson Cooper's boyfriend, it's a bar created for
snobby discerning gay men, tired of Manhattan's stuck-up gay scene. But from The Wall Street Journal's description, the place seems just as stuck-up as the bars it was railing against :
Atlas has a vintage gym theme and is festooned with Chesterfield furniture, precious incandescent lighting, leather boxing gloves and punching bags, all literally wallpapered with bodybuilding magazines from the 1930s and 1940s.
Imagine a gay Bruce Wayne's home gym, which isn't far from the truth: the design is highly evocative of the 1906-era home gym in the quasi-Victorian West Village firehouse-turned-townhouse Mr. Maisani shares with his boyfriend, Anderson Cooper, the 46-year-old television personality.
"No lasers! No fog! It is chill! So important for amazing energy," a dancing patron said. Life has taught me that when people start talking about the "energy" of a place, it's probably a place you would not want to be. Yet, according to The Journal, Sullivan loved this place:
By midnight, Andrew Sullivan, the 50-year-old political reporter and New York night life newbie, had already ripped off his white dress shirt in favor of the black tank top underneath and tugged at Mr. Maisani's elbow, asking him for some Jägermeister.
It isn't too hard to imagine that Sullivan may not have found the conversations he was looking for there.
Yet, even with a bunch of gay guys who are too cool for the "energy" at regular gay bars, there's still one more kind of snob that New York breeds which puts all the other to shame: the been-there, done-that New Yorker snob — the snob that already knows everything there is about this city after being here for a year. Sullivan is one of them.