I've come to realize that there's only so much New York irony I can take. Hearing more than five minutes of it makes me want to throw something. It's like hanging out with an unfunny Groucho Marx. He had a sense of humor about himself, which is sorely missing in NY irony.
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I bet that most of the NYC ironic folk that you are running into are actually Middle America posers acting like they think they should, now that they are sophisticated New Yorkers.
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