Hating on the Haters

New York is a city of haters. That much is clear. I find myself disparaging a subway line (the 4,5,6) based on a loose set of criteria that ranges from a man warning me to zip up my purse one time to a an entirely unsubstantiated belief that it

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  1. JKuprianchik (unregistered) on May 10th, 2005 @ 6:55 pm

    Do I like NY? No, I don’t like it, I LOVE it here and every time I’m away from it, I can’t wait to get back home. If you don’t take advantage of what this great city has to offer, then I can understand why you wouldn’t be happy here. What I can’t understand is why people come to live in New York and stay if they hate it. As much as I love it, I know it’s not for everyone. For all of those negative people that you’ve met… there’s always the possibility that they wouldn’t be happy anywhere. Some people just enjoy bitching and complaining.

    I’ve lived in the city for just about 10 years now and I’ve had the time of my life.

    Now, I can’t speak for immigrants since I’m not one – so I won’t even attempt to.

    Hope you figure out how to be happy here – it really is an amazing city.

  2. ~dana (unregistered) on May 10th, 2005 @ 8:07 pm

    I too love NYC and can’t wait to get back every time I am away. Sure there are always things to bitch about, but I think that holds true for people wherever they live. If so many people hate NYC I urge them to get the hell out. Seriously, no need to bring the rest of us down. Just pack up and try finding a place that will make you happy (or at least less bitchy) Then maybe I can get a seat on the L in the morning on my way to work. And the line at Jamba Juice in Union Square won’t be so damn long. One can only hope…

  3. Samantha (unregistered) on May 10th, 2005 @ 10:40 pm

    After 27 years my city and I have the ultimate love/hate relationship. I left 9 years ago when I enlisted and I got back 3 years ago to be stationed in Jersey. I remember being insanely homesick . Not for my family and friends, but for Christopher Street and the Botanical Gardens. And of course I’ve been on the receiving end of a mugging, a burglery, and more than a few parking tickets. When I was in “the desert” I likended the odor of burn out latrines to burnt pretzels. I’m so glad I’ve been around the world and I’ll keep traveling, but my home is certainly here and I never want it any other way.

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