Frankly, I don't heart New York....

Dear Readers, here I am in New York City, and I've come to a conclusion: I don't love New York.

It's too self-concious, and too brand-namey. It's also too full of tourists (of which I am one).

To some extent, it's always been this way - that's what makes New York New York, after all. But it used to be very indifferent to tourists. Dirty and trashy and rude. That's what made it interesting. When you came to New York, you were almost assured NOT to run into someone from places like Omaha, and if you did, they knew their place (cowering in fright at the Port Authority or the Holiday Inn)

Now it's a bunch of Paris Hilton wannabes and their dumbass mothers and boyfriends. It's like a big ugly mall.

It doesn't help that I'm in a Grandma hotel with trashy French Provincial furniture. I'd much sooner be at my old favorite, the Hotel Pennsylvania. That's my kind of New York Hotel.

Oh well - at least I am just here until tomorrow. Then I Acela off to Boston.