A Not Nice New York

I live on the Upper East Side in the middle of a pretty block.

If you go west, all is clean and peaceful, doormen sweeping, hosing down the pavement.  Seasonal flowers planted on each esplanade.

However, if you go east, it’s a whole other story.

Between jackhammers digging up the street, breaking pipes like it’s a way of life.  Swarms of commuters, faces buried in their phones, pushing their way, without pause nor apology.  The professional panhandlers, every few feet, begging and perfecting their wanton wails, even though we see them later, jumping into taxis.

A new guy has joined the team who, when you say no, screams…you hunky bitch…you white, rich bitch…you can’t give me nothin?

Me, with my Starbucks card still filled with birthday presents, I’m betting Don Rickles has more cash than I do.

How can you live there?  I’m often asked.  Aren’t you afraid?

Actually no.  Do I need to be careful and watch my back, like in any jungle?  Absolutely.  Is it pleasant to be accosted that way, whether it’s about money or noise, rudeness or crowding, just trying to get down the street?

I hate it, grateful I can meander the other way where civility is not yet a thing of the past.

What can I say?

I love New York.  It’s my home, even when she belongs in rehab.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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27 Responses to A Not Nice New York

  1. micklively says:

    Wouldn’t suit me.

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  2. In a world that too often makes us feel invisible, I welcome an occasional middle finger or rude comment, makes this girl feel alive. Country charm is nice, but city character is entertaining.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, wherever one lives, there is the good, the bad, and the annoying. If I go east to go grocery shopping I’m treated to adults wearing pajama pants or overstretched yoga pants. Guys with teeth I could count on one hand follow me around. If I shop at the further store to the west it’s as though the Fashion Police have waved their magic wand.

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  4. It does alter where you go. I wouldn’t go east unless I had to. To that panhandler I’d yell, “get a job!” Yeah, I’d fit in.

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  5. I say I envy you sometimes for all the culture and things around you, but I don’t think I could live there. I grew up in small towns too much. I like to visit New York, but that’s about it. 🙂

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  6. As I read your post, I was thinking that New York gets in your blood. You beat me to it with your comment above. John’s sister and her husband love the city and go any chance they get. They’d live there if they could. I just look at my mountains and sigh with pleasure.

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  7. I try hard to remember that, out here where I live, “city” mean Indianapolis, 700K people big, but so small when compared to New York City. I cannot imagine so many people and that does not compare to like Hong Kong.
    I knew a woman, older, who married and moved form the NY Italian section to Noblesville, IN – a thriving community of much less than 100K, out in the semi-rural area – and she lived outside it. She told me on her first night – in dead of winter – she got up in the middle of the night, her husband came to her because she was screaming. Her problem? She had opened the curtains and thought that everyone … was Dead.
    Scott

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