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In case you’re not in the know, New York Magazine recently came out with their “Why We Love New York” issue which, let’s face it, was pretty inspiring if you’re lucky enough to live in Manhattan. Not that Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx or Staten Island don’t have their respective purposes, but you know….come on.
Along with the usual barrage of submissions glorifying the ability to order damn near anything all day and night, never having to drive yourself around, meeting new people everywhere you turn, etc. came a quote submitted by a reader which caught my eye.
“New York is like an abusive boyfriend. It beats me up a lot but I know I’ll never leave it.”
After the initial chuckle, I got to thinking. What is it about this damn city that keeps us coming back for more? Jesus once said if your enemy hits you on one cheek, turn and offer him your other one. But what’s the threshold of pain for a place you’re trying to call your home? There’s only so many black eyes, empty bank accounts and slushy street corners that ruin your shoes that one can take…or is there?
Listen, we all know this town isn’t for the faint of heart. Nor is it for the weak-willed, lazy or absurdly obese (I mean really, when you’re 450 pounds and gasping for air in between each subway stair, please, for the sake of others, consider relocating.) Parents with strollers, you too. However, the priceless feeling of waking up with 8 million neighbors amid shattered glass ceilings is, well, addictive.
So maybe New York is the perfect place for a single guy like me. Still in the market for a compatible partner, I’ll take this city as my abusive boyfriend and turn the other cheek for now. Let’s just hope 2008 brings me a damn good set of boxing gloves, because I’m in the market to buy.
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then there’s those of us living among the mountains thinking; “that’s a whole lot of people”.
Comment by lisa kribs January 28, 2008 @ 1:47 amok ok.. so maybe your blog is half bad. aspirational, at best. but funny. i love you, ian. you’re shallow, flaky, and Puerto Rican. but love ya.
Comment by DJ TravLuv January 28, 2008 @ 8:37 pmcareful what you say about brooklyn boy! you know your a closeted lover of williamsburg….
Comment by bobby d February 12, 2008 @ 6:06 pmi like how you throw in the “Parents with strollers, you too”.
Comment by Judd March 11, 2008 @ 12:28 am