How it started: The South Bronx, long viewed by outsiders as existing somewhere between Detroit and Thunderdome, looked to be on the verge of a revitalization back in 2004, when some industrial buildings were converted into loft apartments. Then, you know, Wall Street drove the economy directly into a bottomless sinkhole, and the perhaps misguided plans to turn SoBro into a new artist playground seemed to fade.
Locals’ reactions: Some years ago—probably at the height(?) of SoBro’s meteoric rise—I spoke with some very nice ladies at a Hunts Point community center. They told me, in no uncertain terms, that people there had zero interest in the neighborhood becoming another Park Slope.
Why it’s so damn ridiculous: The appeal of the South Bronx—low rent and decent proximity to Manhattan—doesn’t really cancel out the fact that large sections of it are still terrifying. We’d kick our ass if we saw us walking around parts of there.
You protest too much: I got nothing. SoBro deserves all the scorn and hatred you can heap on it.