Why The Real World Brooklyn is moronic

I thought about watching the new season of the Real World, because it takes place about a mile from my apartment, but I no longer have any interest after reading this (read especially the bold part:)

The look of the Red Hook apartment feels equally premillennial. It is in a converted old warehouse with a canoe propped up outside. The show introduces cast members in different spots all over Brooklyn — Brooklyn Heights, Coney Island — as if it were a single neighborhood spackled with pizza and Junior’s cheesecake rather than a place of varied neighbors. The fantasy is that the
yuppies never invaded, and the $7 million brownstones and $25-a-pound wild salmon don’t exist.

As Chet explains when he lands in the borough, speaking just under the Brooklyn Bridge: “Brooklyn is usually spoken of as more of a place you don’t want to end up.” He is worried he might be shot. Some intervention would have helped him realize that there’s little chance of that outside the River Cafe.

If I saw Chet on the street tomorrow, I'd be likely to shoot him for saying that.