New York’s Gifts to the World: Gift #6
Over the next week, many Metroblogging communities will be posting a list of 7 unique things (one per day) that their cities contribute to the world. Being such an important part of world culture, New York couldn’t pass up this opportunity!
Without further ado, below is today’s gift:
Chutzpah, balls, cojones, moxie – there are lots of ways to say it but only one way to do it, and that’s the New York way of Attitude, with a capital Type A.
Visitors may find us pushy, loud, rude, and opinionated, but we have to be in order to survive this rat-infested race. How else to get yourself onto an already packed subway, or grab that last cab during a shift change, or get some decent service around here. “I’m walkin’ here!” Dustin Hoffman’s character shouts in Midnight Cowboy as he almost gets run over, something I want to holler about every other day.
But you know it’s nothing personal. When you actually stop to talk to one of us, we’re pretty friendly and cool, especially when you need directions, or a recommendation for a restaurant, or to be told, “Hey, buddy, you’ve got some schmutz on your pants,” because part of that attitude is know-it-all-ness.
Where else can you find folks who’ll jostle you out of the way one minute, and the next argue with others about how you can get from the Upper West Side to the Lower East Side in the fewest number of subway changes?
The chicken or the egg? Does the city attract the attitude or does it build it? Maybe a little of both. When I first arrived 16 years ago, I was only a little bitchy, but that baby bitchiness thrived and grew in the lap of the Mama Bitch of the world. Aw, my little girl is growing up.
Perhaps we have bit too much attitude, at least enough so that we can give some away. So how about it, Boston? Maybe a side of chutzpah to go along with the inferiority complex? And you Tokyo, express yourself already! And hey, L.A., stop looking in the mirror and watch where you’re going! I’m walkin’ here!
In exchange we’ll take some clean cobblestoned streets, cool vending machines, and fab weather. See? It’s all good. Fuhgeddaboutit.
Photo courtesy of me.