maybe that is what many dislike. N.Y people referring to a good chunk of the US as "flyover country" does not help either.
Being basically a small-town southerner I was surprised by my first visit to New York.
With seven millions of people in so few square miles the crowding was just astounding. There's no way you can make eye contact, nod and say "Howdy" to everybody you walk past, let alone give them a generous 'space' on the sidewalk like you do where i came from.
At first brush this gives one the impression of an impersonal almost confrontational culture.
After trying to 'howdy' my first thousand or so New Yorkers i figured out the obvious - you can't politely acknowledge everyone for there's just too many of them. I felt as out of place that poor cowboy in "Bus Stop".
Well, i soon found myself needing directions so pulled out my NYC map and stopped a fellow i'd just picked at random out of the crowd. He looked busy, but everybody there looks busy and intent on getting where they're going.
What an unexpected surprise: the fellow stopped, immediately focusing on me and my map. I could sense his intensity as i asked the whereabouts of my destination. He gave me direct and clear directions complete with arm waving gestures, then went over them on my map - in summary gave me his undivided and focused attention for about a minute. He then asked where was i from and wished me a nice visit .
"Well" , i thought. " New Yorkers are no less friendly than Southerners they're just preoccupied. I guess it's a consequence of living in such close quarters."
A couple decades later i met and married my greater half, Fair Anne, a NYC girl from lower east side who happens to be also a great Southern cook. We greatly enjoyed visiting her Mom who lived at Delancey and Ave A, by that big bridge with a subway on the lower level. . The trains roar past her window every few minutes and while i never adjusted it didn't seem to bother her. Every street is a smorgasboard of different sights. Canal street has the best junkshops anywhere. I can see how people might like that level of constant mental stimulation.
I came to the conclusion that NYC would be a great place to live were one's income enough to enjoy the ten dollar hamburgers, fifty dollar symphony seats and the insane property taxes.
But i'll be poor in a small town, thank you - here i have an acre on a lake where in summertime the grandkids splash about, and my house is deep in a lush green woods . I actually enjoy chopping firewood in winter. There's no rich people to envy here - a status symbol is a nice old tractor. It's just an hour drive to a mid-size town with a university and a pretty good symphony for that occasional dash of culture..
Fair Anne is a paradox to my friends - a NYC girl who makes fabulous biscuits & gravy ?
I tell them she's from South Manhattan.
Dislike NY? Not this good ol' boy. But you guys
do need to get Bloomberg under control.
old jim