Unleashing our inner bitchy selves I was on my way out of St. John the Divine, on 112th Street, after a Saturday night concert when I heard a woman behind me say in a loud, distinctly annoyed tone of voice, "But I don't understand; why don't they allow dogs in here?" At first I was taken aback. For heaven's sake, how ridiculous, I thought. Dogs in a cathedral? With the barking, the peeing, the panting-maybe even the biting? What kind of an animal fanatic was this woman, anyway? The concert we were coming from had featured solo harp music, during which even bodies shifting in their seats made too much noise; I could only imagine what a dog whimpering away would have been like. In the interest of full disclosure, I am a cat owner. Cat owners and dog owners are a bit like the Jets and the Sharks: In general, dog owners think cats are cold, finicky, standoffish animals; conversely, cat owners are enormously bewildered that anyone would intentionally structure his life so he would be regularly picking up his pet's poop in the rain at 6 a.m. However, on my way home, I started thinking about Paris and the way people there are allowed to take their beloved pooches to restaurants and cafes. Who can argue with the super-civilized behavior of the French? After all, dogs are loyal companions, and it would make a big difference to a lot of people if their owners could take them with them more often. Under New York City's health code, pets are not allowed inside restaurants unless they are service animals, even though some restaurants allow it anyway. But why not? Is the toting of small dogs in carriers really that much different than bringing babies in strollers? Is my health really endangered by the close proximity of a lap dog? By the time I got to my apartment, I was feeling some solidarity with the complaining stranger. After all, this kind of "uppity" behavior is one of the things I love about New York City. Where else could anyone be totally incensed that her Cairn terrier was not allowed to enjoy Bach's Fugue in D Minor at a famous Episcopal cathedral? The brashness, the feeling of freedom and entitlement and desire for progress that Americans are traditionally known for is intensified in New York. In D.C., Boston, London-indeed, in most other Western cities-people will line up in an orderly fashion at the train station. In New York, they tend to rush the gate. It's not a myth; we really are pushier here. I may have been brought up by mild-mannered parents, but after 20-plus years of living in New York I find myself challenging the rules, testing the boundaries, pushing the envelope much more than if I had lived somewhere else-though I always try to smile when I find myself saying something like, "That doesn't work for me; is there any way you can make an exception?" New Yorkers are the best in the world at moving the line just a little farther than where it started. If a rule does not make sense, we challenge it. This keeps things stirred up, but also engenders progress. We are always demanding our rights (or what we see as our rights), always wanting more, never satisfied with the status quo-Why can't I use my mobile device everywhere I want? Why can't I eat my dinner on the subway? Why can't I bring my kid to this adults-only thing? Why can't I take flash photos of this museum exhibit? Why can't I buy exotic fruits from Japan all year round? Why can't I go topless in public? Why can't I bring my dog to the harp concert? Dogs might not be able to get into St. John the Divine, but what they can do in New York is get married. What was reportedly the most expensive dog wedding in history was held just a few weeks ago at the Jumeirah Essex House Hotel on Central Park South. It cost $158,187.26-though, alas, it was not a church wedding. Keep on pushing, New Yorkers. If you don't, who will? [Jeanne Martinet](http://JeanneMartinet.com), aka Miss Mingle, is the author of seven books on social interaction. Her latest book is a novel called Etiquette for the End of the World. She can be reached at [JeanneMartinet.com.](http://JeanneMartinet.com)
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