“The absolute crème de la crème of this lot shot across the border to New York within five minutes of graduation.   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 très Européen Montréal, but show us a plum job in Manhattan or L.A. or Miami and we’ll board the next American Airlines flight whistling Yankee Doodle Dandy. It’s not personal: it’s just freezing up here.

The rest of the smooth-o’s worked on Bay Street (the homelier, frecklier younger sister of Wall Street) and sipped money from crystal goblets.   I wish I could tell you what else they did on Bay Street, but in case it isn’t obvious yet, I frankly have no idea.”

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