here, via PoliPundit.

Sounding like he’s wandering through a class-C art gallery in Queens while holding a glass of the wrong white as far away from his wrinkled nose and pursed lips as he possibly can, Ouroussoff’s disdain for the structure is wrapped up in his politics and his pretensions.

“…the project is a monument to a society that has turned its back on any notion of cultural openness.”

Let me just say that most New Yorkers, outside of Ouroussoff’s elitist little enclave would, at precisely this point in his article, curl a lip and say “blow it out your ear, buddy.” They know, as I know, that Ouroussoff’s idea of “cultural openness” begins with the notion that anything American or Western is kitsch and ends with the idea that the nation simply cannot apologize enough to the world for being what it is: the only place Ouroussoff and his friends would ever really want to live, despite their huffing and shudders.

If my good grandmother were alive today she’d say this: “cultural openness, my ass, when was the last time you crossed paths with someone who made $35,000 a year and wasn’t there to fix or install something for your comfort?” Sigh. I miss Granny.