NY, NY

It shouldn't really come as a surprise to anyone that a New York filmmaker making a film about New York spat out a navel-gazing, status-obsessed film. Have you ever known a New Yorker to talk about anything besides New York, or the rich people they know therein? Of course you haven't.

It got me thinking, though, about how my friends and acquaintances discuss 9/11. It's strange. For a generation known primarily for it's embrace of irony and cynicism (I mean, what other group of people could complain that the new Dukes of Hazzard movie "sold out?" It's incredible.), it continues to amaze me how easily and how seriously we discuss this event. Perhaps because ours is a generation second only to the Baby Boomers in it's legendary self-absorbtion. Honestly, what other generation would be so egomaniacal as to assume that people would care the slightest bit about reading our random rants and musings, on whatever topic crosses our minds, several times a day? Ahem.

Moving on. I can't think of a single person with whom I associate on a regular basis that I don't know where they were on 9/11. It comes up surprisingly often in bar-time conversation, back-yard barbecues, and informal dinner gatherings. Like what I'd imagine the Kennedy assassination is to my parent's generation, it's the "where where you?" question everyone remembers.