Every time some national magazine calls Cleveland “most miserable” or some iteration thereof, it is followed by an equally predictable round of shocked defensiveness. Even a more minor slight against the city can provoke pretty profound anger, I have learned in my five years as a Clevelander.
On some level I understand it. We all have things we love about home, and cities — our city — can be highly personal. There’s a fuzzy line between putting down Cleveland and putting down Clevelanders. If you’ve lived in Cleveland your whole life, that could be not just you, but nearly everyone you know and care about.Read the full story »