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Portland’s Dear John Letter
Sorry, NYT, we’re just not that into you
by Anna Griffin, The Oregonian
Tuesday May 19, 2009, 7:25 PM
Dear New York Times,
Ending a love affair is hard, even when it’s as one-sided as ours.
Look, we know you have strong feelings for us. We can tell — like the rest of the English-speaking world — by your incessant need to write about us.
Two weeks ago, you made “Frugal Portland” the Sunday Travel centerpiece. In early April, you devoted another travel cover to touring our fair city by bike. You’ve also written recently about our conflicted attitudes toward gentrification, our quest for big-league soccer and our openly gay mayor, not to mention our great food, rainy weather and communal caffeine addiction.
It’s getting embarrassing.
Look, we love New York. Many of us misplaced East Coasters still pine for H&H Bagels, overpriced walk-ups and rush-hour driving as a full contact sport. We like how you describe us — “a cool and refreshingly unneurotic city that marches to its own cosmopolitan beat.” That’s exactly what we’re going for, Big Apple culture without the noise, crowds or Eliot Spitzer. (OK, scratch that last one.)
All this attention is flattering, and not entirely unsolicited. There are a thousand stories and a thousand p.r. flacks in this occasionally naked city.
We do like validation here in the 503. Despite our frontier bluster, we retain an inferiority complex when it comes to bigger cities such as San Francisco, with its plethora of pro sports, ethnic diversity and tourist attractions. Still, we both need to move on. Austin is just as quirky as we are, if you don’t mind the heat or the politics. Seattle is at least as hip, and as insecure about its place in the world. We hear Portland, Maine, is feeling decidedly unappreciated.
Here’s the problem: You’re making us something we’re not. Most of us don’t have time for a weekend at the Ace Hotel, or the wardrobe for First Thursday. Sure, we talk about racial tensions, but we haven’t conquered them. We still aren’t sure what to do with either our mayor or our major-league ambitions.
Yes, there’s “a general indifference to wealth” here, as you so lovingly put it, “a dedication to the things that really matter: hearty food and drink, cultural pursuits both high and low, days in the outdoors and evenings out with friends.” But we’ve warts aplenty: Stop staring so hard at our Pearl District, and you’ll note we can’t fix our potholes, pay for our schools or end homelessness.
Plus, friend, you turned downright passive aggressive this winter, using scuttled expansion plans at our unofficial town hall, Powell’s City of Books, as a microcosm of our economic woes. “In recent months,” you wrote, “Portland has devolved into a symbol of much that is wrong.”
Ouch. How can we ever trust you again?
Besides, frankly, we’re just not that into you. Sure, we love curling up with you on Sunday mornings, sipping our Stumptown and taking a glimpse into a world where people talk about “frenemies,” “man dates,” and where their parents’ parents went to college. But, at heart, we’re simpler folks. You’ll eventually grow bored of our easy commutes and healthy living. One of these days, we’re going to wake up to discover you’ve dumped us for Detroit or Houston.
Finally, we have an unrequited love of our own. Oh, Vancouver, B.C., land of clean air, same-sex marriage, universal health care and that dreamy commitment to smart planning!
So … this was fun while it lasted. Let’s stay friends. The next time you’re in town, we’ll have coffee. There are some charming little places east of 82nd Avenue you probably haven’t tried.
XOXO
Portland
– Anna Griffin; oregonlive.com/griffin




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