“oh, you don’t know chauvinism till you meet a Manhattanite.,,,,,,,,, theatre, museums, shopping, concerts, fine dining, etc) is all in their back yard, a subway or taxi ride away.”
It’s called “cognitive dissonance”. They know the dirty truth is that they are generally living as wretches. They have no cars, no washing machines, live in apartments a person should feel ashamed of, have no privacy, and experience pervasive union corruption. They cannot landscape a yard, or sit outside in their jaccuzzi watching the stars.
Yes, they always prattle on about all they can do in Manhattan,, but never stop to realize why they always feel so compelled to explain how wonderful it really is there. They know they are living a poor quality of life,,so they loudly try to convince themselves that they are not.
It’s like a smoker telling you how much pleasure the cigarette gives them, waxing eloquently about the calm feeling it gives them to take a drag. But yes,, they know.
Find a New Yorker that feels the way you do that would like to trade places with me. I’d love to ditch the cars, the lawn (especially the lawn), and even the washing machine. Hell what I love most about traveling is that the hotel picks up your clothing, dry cleans it, and brings it back that afternoon. Damn skippy I’d like to make that a daily routine. Washing machines just equal drudgery, not freedom.