No, Please God, No: "New 'Sex' Capital? It's Brooklyn!"
Christ Jesus no. You know what's worse than out-of-town friends and family reacting to "I live in Brooklyn" as if you'd told them, "I live on an ash-heap striated with vomit"? Telling them you live in Brooklyn and having them think you hang out with Sarah Jessica Parker at Studio B. Imagine how disappointed they'll be when they come to visit and you take them to "your" diner and it isn't filled with Interesting Characters, and your neighbors are dressed in Old Navy, Rocawear and doo-rags.