You’ve seen those Buzzfeed tests with results revealing what “Friends” character you are, which 70s rock band, what sandwich — what arbitrary thing you are – these tests are clearly out of control. By the way, I’m Courtney Love, the group Heart, Captain Kirk, and should live in the State of Washington.
Facebook friends who got the State of New York were pleased, proud to be associated with a high-powered, sophisticated city.
I was born and raised in Manhattan. My dad, an artist, had a studio in the west 20s, and my friends and I took trains all around the city. My mother’s from Harlem.
But when my results said that I should live in Washington, I thought – exactly! This city was always too much for me. My dad thought that I should live in Berkeley California, where it’s laid back and bohemian.
He had to make me go out and play with the kids yelling up at our window for me to come outside. I was content to stay in my bedroom and dream, play with dolls, and write stories.
So I went outside, and before you know it, I was an alcoholic. The cliques, the rules, the pace to keep up — I wasn’t suited for it. I didn’t even care about going to college, though I scored high in my elementary school tests, and could read when I was three.
Early on I was anti-establishment – I saw how people were influenced to think the same way, and to follow trends.
I still live in Manhattan with filth, noise, and rude people. I have principles and try to have manners, but in the city it’s hard.
In Whole Foods, I was nearly run over by shopping cart speeders. I wanted to yell, “Where are you all going!!” There were mostly upper-middle class young people, who pretty much own the island. Yes, Manhattan is Dubai now — very expensive.
I was on the Upper West Side, a place where the gritty, the working class, and the intellectuals coexisted way back; the northernmost tip of that area being Columbia University. At the base was the area immortalized in “Panic in Needle Park,” where junkies were. A lot of that area was dangerous.
We knew a doctor in the seventies who bought a brownstone in the west 90s. She was warned against moving there. That house is probably a couple of million dollars now. The people in that area today are wealthy, designer people.
Where I live is not like that, but it’s a matter of time. Even though my neighborhood is considered good, in pockets it’s still noisy, dirty and overcrowded. Even the airplane traffic is excessive. I can’t take a decent nap because I’m hypersensitive to the noise.
I would love living in the woods of Washington State. But for now I’m thinking about New Mexico. I’m too old for this shit.