Well, I had Becky all lined up to blog for you tonight, but then she got busy with other things and couldn't do it. So I guess you're stuck with unprepared me!
A few weeks ago Becky apparently decided that she was sick of feeling impoverished and decided to take a whole pile of personal finance books out of the library. She has since been methodically making her way through them, while I occasionally pick one up and page through in a sign of support. I certainly got a few laughs out of Suze Orman of 2005 waxing on about the wonders of investing in home ownership. But despite the change in circumstances since 2005 I hear it's still a pretty decent investment. And it's something we aspire to do someday. But not here. Gothamist illustrates plainly and easily why not. Why is New York so strange? It is at the same time a cultural capital of the United States and not in the slightest bit quintessentially American. And apparently it's become the city I love to hate (okay, and just plain old love too, despite its crazyness and insane cost of living).
While I was browsing over at Gothamist I also came upon this Walk of Shame, which has a similarly favorable outlook on the great New York experience. Woo-hoo longest commute in the nation! Of course I'm not sure if they calculate this based on where you live or where you work, so I don't know whose commuting average we're driving up...either way I think we're clearly hurting someone's average. Does that make me a New Yorker yet?
So I hope that wee bit of mappy goodness can tide you over until tomorrow night!