OK.
I tread in here very lightly. I honestly want to discuss this and to vent a little frustration…but I’m going to try to do it mildly and without swearing, and without everyone coming in to call me the antichrist. AND with everyone understanding that it’s just my opinion, and it may very well be wrong.
I only post it in the pit instead of IMHO because I assume that within ten minutes someone will be here to call me a bitch.
But here I go…
When is it going to be OK for me not to like New York City anymore? I used to live in Rochester, New York, and once a year, we’d go to NYC for shows and shopping and what have you.
And I hated it. I don’t like NYC at all. It’s a good thing I found Chicago, or I’d be off big cities for good. New York is very glittery and sparkling, but it’s also angry, and so rushed and callous. It smells. It’s deafening at any time of day. It’s dark. And by that I mean that the skyscrapers are so tall and so packed that you can only see the sun when it’s high noon. I need a city that has trees and suburbs to escape to when the bustle is too much (and no, Central Park is not enough)
It’s so huge and daunting that it nearly guarantees that it’s inhabitants will go out of their minds within a year. And to prevent it you have to become something of a city dweller (of which Chicago has thousands): rude, cold, fast and emotionless. Everyone looks angry or sad in New York.
As an actress, people wondered when I’d move to NYC, (apparently the be all end all of human existence) and were shocked when I said I’d rather die than live there.
And then we had Sept 11th.
And all of the sudden: everyone loves New York. And yes, I understand it. The world was crushed, the world was shocked. Thousands of people dead, in an instant, and it was terrifying. And for a city that size to be ground to a screeching halt…
Indeed I was weeping for New York, because while I do not like to go there, I know plenty of people love it, and I know people who live there who are great, wonderful people.
But a tragedy at WTC did not make me LOVE NYC. I do not have an I HEART NEW YORK t-shirt. Nor will I ever.
And yet, yesterday, November 4th, I looked at a friend of mine and, in casual conversation said, “Ugh. I hate New York. going there is like having a prison sentence.”
And I thought he was going to bitchslap me. I really did. “How dare you?” he said. “After all they’ve been through? You have the balls to say a shitty thing like that?”
Freedom of speech and opinion I guess: until he didn’t like what I wanted to say.
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