Those of you that hang around here at DCist fairly often, and I certainly encourage the behavior, may have noticed that nothing generates a huffy, neverending comment thread like a good turf battle. We see tiffs between the central municipalities and the exurbs, between Washingtonians east and west of Rock Creek, and especially between D.C. and Arlington (an epic struggle indeed). Mainly good fun for, as our own Jason Linkins pointed out recently, cities are cool because there are lots of different areas to visit; only a total goober would really get vein-popping mad over whose side of the river was better.

As it turns out, however, our neighbors to the north have shown us that, once again, when it comes to totally unironic, unintentionally hilarious snobbery, we’re out of New York’s league. Gothamist today brings us the best story ever, from the New York Observer, on how North Brooklynites and South Brooklynites are separated by an uncrossable chasm of hipster douchery. Gothamist pulls its own money quote, but for us, this sequence takes the cake:

“It’s more like World War II France,” said a 27-year-old Fort Greene resident on a recent Saturday evening, sitting at the bar Rope on Myrtle Avenue. “Everyone loves to say who was part of the Resistance and who was Vichy, and the reality is most everyone was the same. Everyone was a collaborator.”

Or something like that. Check it out, and remember how grand it is to be here, whichever state or District here is.