Yesterday’s Gothamist rose an interesting question: are New Yorkers rude?
April’s Smithsonian Magazine has Joan Acocella’s (New Yorker’s dance critic) article in it, where she writes that we are just misunderstood by the rest of the nation. Hence our bad reputation. The city – she writes – is so small, that everyone is in everybody else’s business all the time. You sit at your tiny home, divided from your neighbors by a paper-thin walls, and then you walk out of the house, where there’s so many people around you, you can’t help being annoyed by them. Not to mention cars honking all around us 24/7, cabbies dropping the F-bomb left and right (did you read about a cab driver by the familiar-sounding name Sobczak, that was fined for cussing?) and Jersey tourists throwing their trash on our stoop.
Can you really blame us for having low tolerance towards other annoyances? Gotta problem with that?
But in all seriousness – are we rude, or just honest and ready to give just about anybody a piece of our minds?
