Do we have to?
Everybody’s talking about David Brook’s Times column alerting the Democratic Party to — get this! — the exurbs! Brooks has a cute reference to “Mayberrys with Blackberrys,” the must-have tool for exurbanites to communicate with the outside world during their long commutes into, ahem, the city.
But, the exurbs? Isn’t that place where black people aren’t allowed, where they eat pastrami on white bread with mayo and where the only movies are testosterone-packed action films? Sure, they have plenty of parking, but the Barista would rather parallel park her dented minivan on Bloomfield Ave. at rush hour than live in a faux mansion in the faux country.
This, on the other hand, looks like a tempting offer.