While I find such lists informative and fun, in my book Who’s Your City, I say that there is really no such thing as a single best city: Invoking the old and somewhat cliched adage, “different strokes for different folks,” I argue the thing that really matters is to find location that best fits you.
While I find self-promotion informative and fun, I say that it hardly makes up, in terms of content, for the confessedly shopworn homilies of the Nonjudgmental Age in which, as here, they might come wrapped. When you discover that your fish and chips is actually just a pile of fried batter crumbs at the bottom of the newspaper cone, you are not impelled to eat the newspaper. Unless you are starving. But in the riotous ecosystem of infotainment that is the blogosphere — or, for that matter, the Atlantic — starvation afflicts only the stupid, and uncreative reflections on the awesomeness of the creative class are hardly worth the paper they’re not printed on.