’Hoods for singles
It’s all about the two bs: bars (for the night of) and brunches (for the morning after). The West Village owns the latter scene, but has priced out a lot of young nonmarrieds in favor of the double-income, SJP stroller set. So the title has to go to the LES, based on its cheek-by-jowl drinking spots and breakfast oases. Murray Hill, while slightly gauche, is also a singles hot spot. If you own an oxford shirt (or even better, a degree with that name on it), invest in condoms.
’Hoods for your image
Tribeca, the little black dress of neighborhoods, always makes you look good; LES by night is still cool (enjoy that while it lasts); and Williamsburg’s teetering on the cusp. Soho’s great, but stay away from Broadway; the Village is fine, provided we’re not talking NYU dorms. The West Village is your safest bet. Carry some organic produce to make it look like you live close by.
’Hoods not to be caught dead in, if you’re...
...a socialite: Meatpacking on Thursday through Saturday nights—so B&T.
...a hipster surreptitiously romancing a lady who lunches (you know, à la Gossip Girl’s Dan and Serena): the UES, duh.
...anyone, anywhere, with any Manhattan pride: Times Square, the Garment District, Battery Park City…and Hoboken.
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Also, with TONY crying the financial blues, maybe it's time to stop paying for photo shoots featuring your vacuous dating columnist each week. And, Julia: close your mouth, sweetie.
Where's the article?
Can you re-title this to " 'hoods to be seen in, if you're white and don't know anything about New York."
Why is someone who makes it a point to tell people she hates sex and never has it writing an article about where to get laid? There are plenty of spots to go, but I guess if rich suits looking for trophy wives aren't there, they don't count?
Julia, as some one who spends a good chunk of her time in Las Vegas, LA and her parents' multiple Illinois living rooms and has only lived here for four years and doesn't work for a living, how do you define Manhattan pride?
I can't believe Time Out lets you spout this crap, Julia. And have you ever been to either Williamsburg or Hoboken?