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Wednesday, July 30, 2003
I am a New Yorker, and that is a large part of why I am so annoying. Of course it is also why I am so unassailably awesome. But while showing Confusing Wizard around the city last weekend, I caught myself starting way too many sentences with "See, New Yorkers don't blah blah blah" or ending sentences with "...that's what we [New Yorkers] do." All very self-consciously tongue-in-cheek, natch, but still: there it was. Like: "New Yorkers don't mind sitting on the sidewalk, because we don't have the luxury of hectares of municipally groomed grass to cushion our fannies," or "Don't worry about traffic lights: just cross the street wherever." Except of course I didn't say "hectares," "municipally groomed," or "cushion," or "fannies."
The point is: I gotta shut up already. I am trapped here, and like any prisoner, I am trying to make the best of it, trying to justify my position as a matter of personal choice. And though it's true that it's not as pathetic as a guy in Myfuckhole, Ohio saying "Man, we got ever'thing a person could want, right here in Myfuckhole!" or blubber-encased pastel church lady from Gorgor, Wisconsin describing her hamlet as a "little corner of heaven!" GOD! Listen to me! Does anybody actually say shit like that? They can't possibly. On this issue, I am trapped between my New Yorker's condescension for ANYBODY that doesn't live here and my New Yorker's reflexive questioning of all received wisdom (aside: I suck). People don't talk like that anywhere, right? Then again, people do believe in Jesus, so there ya go. I can never leave, because I need a bodega in walking distance EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE, in case I feel a 2am need to shout through bulletproof plexi at a guy who is trying to translate my English words and Western hand gestures into whatever means "Camel" his local Tajikistani dialect -- or maybe it's "filters" or "hard pack" that he's having trouble with. Also I need to live in a place that comprehends the concept of "walking distance." But mostly, I need to know that when I spit on the ground, there is a chance I am making it cleaner. Because I spit a lot. 0 comments |
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