This is the way it has always worked: the gays move into a shitty neighborhood and clean it up. Then eventually they grow old and move in with each other and possibly get dogs and babies and then, by this point, we straights have come in. Eventually ugly stores are built by straight people and the gays go. Then the gays—who have a much better skills than any of those idiots currently moving further and and further out on the J train—don't have neighborhoods anymore, but they don't really care, and their nutty gaytopian communities become, well, the West Village. Or the Castro! And so then the annual Castro Halloween party gets canceled and therefore the Times declares the Gayborhood to be dead.