New Yorkers love to hate. But not all New Yorkers hate the same things equally, according to new data from the dating app Hater, which matches people based on their mutual dislikes.

The app, which allows people to swipe right for things they disdain and left for ones they love, has been collecting swipes since it launched in February. Now, it’s released data showing what its reported 650,000-plus users hate the most.

Some hatreds, like hangovers or mosquitoes, are universal. But others are more regional tastes, the founders explained to The Post — and New York City is filled with picky haters.

Crown Heights residents especially loathe couples’ Halloween costumes. In Greenpoint, people despise “friendly reminder emails.” Washington Heights neighbors share a silent venom for anyone who talks a lot.

Don’t ask your Astoria friend to help you move. Don’t wear cargo shorts in Soho. And for the love of God, don’t make out on a park bench on the Upper East Side.

Magicians should avoid looking for work in Hell’s Kitchen: Those residents will have none of your tricks.

There’s interborough hatred, of course: Williamsburg residents hate people who think Manhattan is the best. Upper West Siders hate people who think Brooklyn is the best. And while young Brooklynites and Manhattanites might not appreciate the subtle humor of Staten Island, residents of the forgotten borough share a similar disdain: They hate the mostly Brooklyn- and Manhattan-based comedy show “Broad City.”

Perhaps it makes sense that people who live in a place with no subway access have nontraditional values: Red Hook residents hate diamond rings. And it’s no big surprise that artsy Bushwickers can’t stand people who use money clips.

If you’ve ever thought the Lower East Side especially stinks, you might be on to something: Its residents hate trash day more than the rest of us.

From these data, one can glean some useful do’s and don’ts (well, mostly don’ts): Don’t ask your Astoria friend to help you move. Don’t ask for directions in the Financial District or cry in Noho. Don’t wear cargo shorts in Soho. And for the love of God, don’t make out on a park bench on the Upper East Side.

Oh, and Anthony Bourdain, if you’re reading this: Sorry, but you’re just not welcome in the Bronx.

Haters gonna hate.