Oy

Just two things about this Joel Stein clusterfuck:

1. Does Time employ anyone in, say, an editorial capacity?

2. When I was growing up my grandparents would always tell me about how the 69th Street neighborhood had "changed," which was, let's say, euphemistically simplistic. And I never really had a lot of sympathy for two Jews who lived during World War II and were still stuck on how good things were in the 1950s. But at least I could always chalk it up to a different time, and hey, they were my grandparents so I loved them.

But Joel Stein is not my grandparent, and he is 38-years-old (almost 39--happy birthday Joel!!). So he can go to hell.

And he should feel more than a little embarrassed that he sounds just like my grandparents.