‘I’m not happy about the “armpit of America” shot. In terms of anatomic metaphors, I prefer to think of us more as the nation’s heart, soul or spine. But I can understand how someone equally befuddled and apoplectic over a seemingly counter-intuitive choice would reflexively reach for the civic-insult bag. The big, shiny, glass-skyscrapered metropolis got passed over by an object of its affection for a cozy, underappreciated, just-reviving, mid-sized American burg. For many Torontonians, it does not compute.’