Alternatively, every foreigner is a friend we haven't met yet. And when you think about it, we ourselves are foreign to someone.
― The Dirty Vicar, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Emma, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh, the whole thing boils me. Otherwise I have no problem with foreigners. The guy who sells me my cigarettes is foreign, and he is nice and always remembers my brand. One of my good friends whose birthday is this weekend is from Israel, that's foreign. My Italian side of the family are foreigners. It's really tourists I hate, not foreigners, tourists can also be from the Midwest or the West or the South (Southern ones are particularly awful). Foreigners are classic, but tourists are the spawn of all evil.
― Ally, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mark Morris, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The thing is that Americans in Europe do this exact same thing. Except usually with things like lamp posts. AND SO WOULD YOU ALLY as would I if I came to New York. It's some kind of depressurisation of the brain cause by air travel.
― Tom, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Um, no, I wouldn't, as I didn't in Brixton. I only take pictures of lamp posts if a friend has a leg wrapped around it and is hanging off, stripper style. I don't believe in taking tourist pictures, I refuse to do it (my roll of pics from Washington DC and Boston both prove this), I only take stupid pictures of my friends, and not even all my friends, but rather the same 4 or 5 people, over and over. I mean, I have like 800,000 pictures of Stephanie, Ramon and Adi, and I've only known Adi for like three weeks for fuck's sake. But NO pictures of cities I've been to. If you didn't know better, you'd think I never left the city.
I just don't like doing tourist things. I only like to drink and dance and be loud. These are not things that are conducive to going to, say, the catacombs and taking photographs.
Since I've never behaved touristy, I believe I have a right to smash on tourists, as I KNOW it can be done, to behave in a normal fashion on holiday or in a new city.
Ally, very interesting piece in this weeks Time Out saying that tourists never go to Brixton. So you are vindicated.
― Pete, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
1. Gone to the Statue of Liberty
2. Gone to the Empire State Building
3. Gone to similar things
I have gone to the World Trade Center, meaning the top (just going isn't really touristy, all the Path and subway trains go through there and there is a mall at the bottom of it, plus office buildings), because my now-roommate really wanted to do something touristy when she came to visit me last year. So we did that. And as revenge I forced her to walk back from Battery Park to my house on 66th St. Which is basically just over HALF of Manhattan.
I would take a picture of you, Pete. I love taking pictures.
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Pure EVIL. ;]
Tourists are one thing I don't miss about living in NYC. Actually, there are many things I don't miss about living in NYC. One of which is the uncomfortable level of xenophobia living in Queens calls up in you when you just want a quart of milk and the person ahead of you is arguing with the cashier in TWO DIFFERENT LANGUAGES (neither of which was English so I was completely lost, but that's really neither here no there.) I'm firmly convinced that's its impossible to live in New York without becoming so hardened of heart that you need a little girl from Kansas to find yer oil can. We don't really get too many tourists in Philadelphia, except from Amurrica the beautiful herself, looking to see where Ben Franklin picked up ladies of the evening.
― jess, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kerry, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Lyra, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― JM, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jm, Wednesday, 22 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)