

Jerry Seinfeld wrote a New York Times op-ed on Monday defending New York City’s honor against the “Why I’m Leaving New York” essay-writing masses. Why Jerry Seinfeld, who has probably ridden out much of the pandemic in his multimillion dollar mansion in the Hamptons, got to write this op-ed instead of me, who has ridden out none of the pandemic in a multimillion dollar mansion in the Hamptons and almost all of it in a tiny apartment in Brooklyn, is a mystery, but fine.
The op-ed was specifically a rebuke of a very stupid LinkedIn (???) essay some comedy club owner ran earlier this month that was titled, “NYC IS DEAD FOREVER. HERE’S WHY.” (Reasons: pandemic, restaurants closed, homelessness, pretty much in that order ). The essay was whiny, rightfully pilloried on social media, and ended up going viral, I guess enough so that Seinfeld got involved.
“When I got my first apartment in Manhattan in the hot summer of 1976, there was no pooper-scooper law, and the streets were covered in dog crap,” Seinfeld opened. “I signed the rental agreement, walked outside, and my car had been towed. I still thought, ‘This is the greatest place I’ve ever been in my life.’”
Things certainly worked out for Seinfeld, who a quick Google tells me is worth $950 million and has probably not felt the brunt of the effects of the pandemic as much as, say, a worker in the hospitality industry who is now shit out of luck and stuck in an overpriced, undersized apartment with four roommates. Hell, Seinfeld isn’t even as fucked as a median New York wage-earner trapped in a small apartment with two small children who will probably soon get to bring bring covid home from school.