August 12, 2014
I watch 1970s movies set in New York and think how much cooler it was back then, how much grittier, how much realer, how much more urban and individual and hip and scary and filthy and sexy and horrifying and dangerous, and I lament, as I stride down its streets now, that certainly it was so much better then because of all of that. But really, would I want to take my life in my hands when taking the subway, the Upper West Side to be strewn with needles, and hookers to loll around Times Square? I don't know. Maybe?