It's true. We're very friendly people. And genuinely so. Having been born here, then having lived in the South for a while before moving back, I think I see what people mean: we're not "nice." People in the South are nice. They will start a conversation with you while you're waiting in line at the grocery store. They'll pretend to be really excited about whatever mundane thing you manage to mumble while you're caught off-gaurd by their brazen, in-your-face cheeriness. It's pleasant to a certain degree, but it's also kind of disconcerting in it's complete and total fakeness.
New Yorkers are not fake. If you're a stranger, we see no reason to smile at you, never mind talk to you about your day. We've got a lot going on and we don't really care about whatever it is you ate this morning. However, if circumstances do bring us to a place where conversation is necessary or even desired, we will be cordial, friendly, and--if you're interesting or funny enough--show genuine appreciation for your existence.
In the South, I've seen people act very friendly in casual conversation, then afterwards turn around and call the person to whom they were speaking a racial slur.
And Midwesterners? They're just friendly-as-fuck optimistic all the time and that's great for them, but totally alien to me.
All this is to say: people will continue to have their stereotypes long after they stop being relevant. Including me.
I golf almost every weekend with my buddies, and although I'm usually the only non-white guy in the group, I see much diversity on the course. Additionally, the fact that it's inexpensive is one reason why we do it so often. They sell reasonably priced beer, which someone drives around and sells from a golf cart with a cooler built into it, and we also (shhh...don't tell anyone) sneak our own beers in. It's an awesome way to spend a beautiful Saturday getting drunk outdoors with your friends.
Bed-Stuy is North Brooklyn.
The city changes. And so do we.
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I love everything you write, Kristin, but this article needs to be inspected for typos.
Articles like this are such garbage. I'm an attractive, talented, intelligent, sensitive, educated, employed man who is mentally stable and emotionally secure. If there are sooooooooo many similarly-situated single women in New York City, why have I not come across at least one? I'm tired of hearing that there are and they're just desperate to meet a man like me, because it's just not true. Every time I think I have found one, it turns out she just wants casual sex. I go through my times of self-doubt because of this, and all of my coupled lady friends (and my gay male friends, and my straight male friends and my lesbian friends) tell me I'm a great catch, yet still I've been single for 5 years and frankly it's because there are very few (read: like, almost none) "dateable" women who are single and want commitment. I've got peeps telling me I'm the shit, yet single I remain. My point is that single men have it just as hard. So quit whining, ladies, and put your heart where your vagina is.
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