Michael Wolff says the sky is falling—very very slowly. The economy sucks, war is coming, and there's always the constant threat of terrorism. As a result, New Yorkers find themselves in a perpetual state of anxiety; we're always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Wolff predicts that things will stay this way until it finally does. I keep hearing about the collective anxiety to which he's referring, but somehow I don't think it has quite penetrating my group of friends (or myself) who are presently plotting duct tape parties, cracking "code orange" jokes, and watching or participating in anti-war protests, martinis-in-hand. Then again, maybe the panic is just very subtle.
What, us worry? Yes, us worry. [NY Mag]

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