While flipping through New York Magazine last night under the table while saying mumbling "Baruch Atah Adonoi" along with the rest of the family, I noticed something a little bit…funky. Not that the magazine's 40th anniversary issue wasn't fantastic and full of pictures and charts and timelines and confirmation that NY's always been fucked up so don't worry about this whole Dow Jones mess, but I couldn't understand the how the editors picked some of their celebrities for their New York Actors segment:

Robert De Niro? Check. Harvey Fierstein? Check? Matthew Broderick, Sarah Jessica Parker, John Cameron Mitchell, Liev Schreiber, Nathan Lane, Mary Louise Parker…fine, fine, fine, fine, fine…wait, what?

Mary Louise Parker was born and raised in South Carolina. She spends most of the year in Cali shooting Weeds, and before that, West Wing. Sure, she did some Broadway stuff and won a Tony or two, but I'm not sure that I buy that she is a New York actor. She is just a regular actor who did some work in New York, and managed to get her break in the Big Apple, but currently doesn't stand as a fixture for the city. Aren't there any other homegrown NYC'ers (Idina Menzel? Hank Azaria? The Olsens???) that would make for a better cultural icon than a woman who once spent some time here in the late 80s?

Sidenote: This is not to hate on Nancy Botwin. Nancy Botwin is the best. But you can't see Nance as a New Yorker, no matter how hard you try.