In this edition, I offer you the result of a question that was asked of me: Why do Islanders hate Us so much? This question got me writing a short list of plausible rationales of why, through no fault of our own, the sight of a York is the equivalent to the Antichrist for many Islanders. If I left something out, please add your own on the comments space. So, Islanders hate us because (drum roll please):
- We don’t have to watch Seinfeld to experience what a diner is.
- What We call the median salary, They call “to’ los cuartos del mundo.”
- Their essentials: electricity, water, gas and a guachiman. Our essentials: a manicure, a dry-aged porterhouse, bubbly and Blahniks.
- For Us, Comida China is not world-class cuisine.
- Neither is Friday’s.
- In The City, Fiesta Privada does mean Private Party. It is not code to keep black people out of establishments.
- You never have worry about uttering the words: “me botán porque empecé a ganar demasiado dinero.”
- Pedir fiao and pagar al paso are foreign concepts to Us.
- You can always count on having your own apartment to do the naughty, instead of sneaking off to San Isidro to do the dirty.
Remember this: even if our parents are blue-collar workers because they unfortunately were not extended the same advantages others might have been born with, they raised us with the unequivocal belief that WE can achieve anything we desire. Therefore, what is available to some Islanders through mere privilege, YOU have achieved through hard work. (A special shout-out to all my first generation Yorks graduating from the Ivy League on this one! Rock on…)
We take pride in that despite that we do not come from a privileged background, our achievements, along with our perseverance, resilience and tenacity keep us grounded enough to appreciate and help those who are following in our footsteps.
It’s cold out there. Keep warm with some Irish coffee.