In my particular neck of brownstone Brooklyn, Zohran Mamdani is as beloved as oat-milk lattes and complaining about alternate-side parking. (Translation: People like him.) But this is not exactly the case some eight and a half miles uptown, where a vocal subset of the city’s wealthiest residents are still suffering from something I hesitate to call Mamdani derangement syndrome…though it really sounds like Mamdani derangement syndrome, right? “As a Jewish mother of Jewish children in New York City who has spent the better part of my life in heavily Jewish social circles, I’ve personally heard some version of ‘Your children are no longer safe’ more times than I can count,” writes Hannah Seligson. “The anti-Mamdani sentiment is so assumed in certain corridors of the Upper East Side that it’s totally normal to hear the new mayor pilloried publicly in upscale Madison Avenue hair salons (the type where blowouts start at $125).”
Elsewhere, Aidan McLaughlin goes long with Minneapolis mayor Jacob Frey, Kate Middleton lives her best life, and Sarah DiGregorio can’t help but wonder: Why are so many longevity bros obsessed with literal dick-measuring contests? More Monday! |
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On the Upper East Side, some of the city’s wealthiest Jewish residents remain hysterically opposed to Zohran Mamdani, in a rhetorical battle that is roiling the neighborhood—where the new mayor is now right next door. |
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