Oh New York City, how you fool me into loving you and then present me with “men” in ear muffs!
And “men” who get their nails done and don’t wear socks and who have fancier computer bags than most women have regular purses and whose scarfs are the color of the onesies I recently bought my 4 month old niece.
New York City – you are so amazing. You are the center of the world but have an uncanny ability to take the spine out of men and insert cooked pasta in its place. You make people feel bad because they can’t afford designer toilet paper but lead people to believe that Kenneth Cole Reaction is couture. You bleed people financially but have high earners living as freegans because it’s the trendy thing to do. Meanwhile those same people detest the homeless and do nothing to help them, not even donate their used clothing. You have women that are so independent that men think it’s ok to “forget” to open doors or pull out chairs.
It is such a joke.
Here’s a secret. You don’t have to be all that talented or bold to live and work in this city. There is no trick or work ethic that paves the way. You just have to delude yourself into thinking that there is something special here, something that makes all of the dirt and coldness and impersonal relationships worthwhile. I’m so sick of being here it’s laughable but the catch 22 is where else would I go that wouldn’t bore me to tears? New York City, I hate you!