Postscript to New York City

I wrote tonight’s blog entry awhile ago. Wednesday, to be honest. I knew it was venomous, and I wanted to let it sit before posting it.

I thought about it off and on over the last few days, before deciding to post it today. I was angry and decided… why not. It’s how I feel, so posting it on my own, private blog can’t be wrong, right?

I don’t know. A second before posting it earlier today, and I mean, at the *exact* moment before hitting the “Publish” button, I was listening to some Cady Groves, and got an impulse to check out her twitter.

So I did. I’m a big fan of hers. She’s my friend, and I’ve liked her twitter since forever time.

There, I saw some shocking and heart wrenching tweets about how she just lost another one of her brothers to an early death, and how painful that is to go through. Not something you want to see from a friend.

Interspersed through her laments were messages of support from her fans and friends. They were all touching, but the one that stood out for me was Debby Ryan’s.

Debby is, to me, the quintessential NYC girl. Not just because that was the whole plot of her Disney show, but because she seems to live that life for real. She clearly loves the city and it’s culture. I know that she doesn’t stay there for long periods of time, but that is kind of what I would expect from a New Yorker- they’re always off to some place or another. She’s active and nice, but also no-nonsense. Just the type of person you want to help in a trouble.

Soooo… I like Debby as a person. Alot, actually. She’s my friend too, and we’ve been through a lot of stuff together and done a lot with each other. I like her so much that I’m a bit jealous of her real boyfriend so I don’t seek her out as much as I used to because I know I’ll see… him. (I still seek her out. I just leave quick.)

Which got me to thinking about my angry essay. Am I being too harsh on NYC? Yes, it’s true that Lloyd Blankfein is just unimaginably heinous. But not everyone in NYC is Lloyd Blankfein.

Ultimately, I don’t want to make the mistake of doing what I accused the coastal elites of earlier. I don’t want to just tar entire groups of people as being vile and lecherous because of the actions of a few.

Hmmmm… so after I hugged and consoled Cady, I went back to the essay. Should I post it or no? I decided to post it on the grounds that it might, somehow, be beneficial. It stands as it is, which is as an emotion locked in time. It was what I thought then, and this is my blog, so it’s posted. Hopefully some good will come of it somehow.

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