Blame it on Milli Vanilli

I love rain. But contrary to my opinion, an article in todays New York Times, entitled "New Yorkers Near a Saturation Point," suggests that many of you feel the opposite (I'm assuming the bulk of my readership resides in the NY metropolitan area).

The author claims that due to the recent spat of "bad" weather (it has rained all but 4 days in the past 20) more Manhattanites are experiencing rain rage; local Weight Watchers clients are reporting gains, gardens are flooding and obscure parades and rooftop screenings of indie hipster flicks are getting postponed... all of these things translate to little victories for me, but my schadenfreudian tendencies aside, I wouldn't go so far as to blame New Yorkers' tenuous mental states on the rain.

If anything, I'd imagine that there is less rage on the streets of New York during rainy days, if only because we come into contact with less people. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE people (to the minute capacity that I am able to), but there are far too many of us on this little island.  And, I know I'm not one to talk (I'm NEVER one to talk), as I moved here less than a year ago, but the over-saturation of humans in this city is kind of a public health hazard. Just visit the Trader Joe's in Union Square or observe our nonchalant expressions to a machete wielding crazy person, with scratches on his face, trudging down 1st avenue in broad daylight... it's just not natural.* 

Is this post snarky and unfunny?... maybe I'll blame that on the rain.

p.s. I do commend New Yorkers for their tolerance to crazy, particularly in the East Village.

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