“The absolute crÃ¨me de la crÃ¨me of this lot shot across the border to New York within five minutes of graduation.Â Â Toronto aspires to be New York; New York is Toronto with wings and a jet-pack. Oh yes, say the snotty mem sahibs of Yorkville, I was in New York for the weekend, I went to Magnolia Bakery and snorted a cupcake. How sinful! We Canadians love boasting about our health care and our social safety net and notre trÃ¨s EuropÃ©en MontrÃ©al, but show us a plum job in Manhattan or L.A. or Miami and weâ€™ll board the next American Airlines flight whistling Yankee Doodle Dandy. Itâ€™s not personal: itâ€™s just freezing up here.
The rest of the smooth-oâ€™s worked on Bay Street (the homelier, frecklier younger sister of Wall Street) and sipped money from crystal goblets.Â Â I wish I could tell you what else they did on Bay Street, but in case it isnâ€™t obvious yet, I frankly have no idea.”