And So It Begins...

I used to love this time of the year. The air is finally not a stanky furnace, the stores are all moving their black and cozy wears into the windows and the subways are virtually free of under-18s after 8:15am.

But, that four week stretch kick off begun in mid-August has become a time to dread. Everywhere you look, from a mass marketing campaign touting a movie's release to the airing of even more horrifyingly real 911 tapes, 9/11 will lambast us at every turn. Especially here in NYC.

True, it gets a little easier to pick at the scab as another 365 days pass, but the more time goes by, the more explicit the coverage has become. We all have our story of where we were that day and how we were personally affected, whether it is the mourning of a friend/loved one/coworker who never came home that day, running from the carnage or just the vague feeling of innocence lost.

Do we really need to be overwhelmed with newly released tapes of those that died last words every fucking newscast for the next 45 days? It's enough to make you want to slit your wrists.

My apologies for the lack of ususal snark, but this has begun to drive me nuts.

Are Z's dear readers who are not housed within our little corner of the world also seeing this no-holds-barred approach in their home towns?