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It was announced this week that the smoking ban in New York City would extend to banning cigarettes in parks across the city, beaches, and certain public plazas including but not limited to Times Square and Union Square.
I think it’s a fantastic decision. I was hoping for designated areas for people to smoke in those areas but an all-out ban? Let’s cheer!
Okay, I understand the controversy around this, I do. Is it doing too much and creating some sort of community where “everything” is taken away from its citizens? Or is it just the brave attempt to help humans breathe better and be healthier?
I assume the latter.
The thing is… Smoking sucks. I will say this flat-out especially because I did it for a bit in college – you know, the type of social smoking that happens with theatre kids and drinking. When I look back at that time, I really don’t know how I did it. It’s disgusting.
What’s more disgusting, to me, is the massive amount of smoke I inhale on a daily basis just by walking in Manhattan. Yes, I know some people are cautious of it and try to stay near buildings but there are also the people who walk with their cigarettes up by their faces as they walk in a crowded area like Rockefeller Center. And, of course, there are those who don’t even notice that the smoke is bothering others, even when the cigarette is held down at the side.
The truth of it is, for non-smokers, having to deal with cigarettes on a daily basis isn’t the best. I don’t have statistics for you. I don’t have diatribes from sources that talk about the health issues of second-hand smoke.
I’m just really happy that soon, I’ll be able to walk through Times Square or Central Park and not feel like choking to death on the plumes of cigarette smoke that come flying toward my face.