I miss the days of the $350 per month rental studio that came with a doorman.
I miss being able to walk into any office building without being forced by a Rent-A-Cop to leave a DNA sample and show "proof" that I have an appointment with someone in the building.
I miss real meat in the Meatpacking District, complete with blood running between the cobblestones.
I miss being in restaurants, bars, and lounges surrounded by people who are *present* and open to socializing, rather than buried in their iPhones, iPads, Blackberries, and Kindles.
I miss when people who came to new york were not inspired to do so by a vapid tv show about co dependent girl power and shoes and witty gay bffs and sparkly things.
I miss when people wanted to live in New York because they loved it and felt a connection to it. not because it was the most expensive status symbol for assholes who define themselves in such terms, having little detectable personality beyond ambition.
I miss the nice police officer who politely asked that we smoke our pot across the street, where (he gingerly explained) it's a different precinct ... and not on the church steps where we were doing so at that particular moment.
Street fairs that were actual STREET FAIRS run by informal neighborhood organizations.
But at least one commenter finds little to cry over: "Old NYC sucked. The only thing to miss is lower rents and affordable housing."
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