I don't have a fully fleshed out thesis here, but I do think there's been a big change over the past few years in the tone from the New York chattering classes, as the bright (not so) young writers are beginning to recognize that shit is fucked up and bullshit for them, too, as their dreams of owning a place with a dishwasher in NYC recede and that house in the Hamptons that all of their senior colleagues own is a couple of lines below "unicorn pegasus" on the list of things they're likely to possess one day.
Hopefully the $250,000/year household crowd stops whining about their taxes and starts realizing that their economic interests are much more aligned with the botched and the bungled than with Bloomberg's Russian billionaires.
