A Case of 9/11 Fatigue

This post, written by Zuzu, originally appeared on Feministe

You all know I'm a crank. So let me get cranky: I'm really fucking sick of 9/11.

I'm tired of talking about it, I'm tired of hearing about it, I'm tired of Giuliani's continuing relevance because of it, I'm tired of discussing it on first dates six years on, I'm tired of the fighting over the fucking hole in the ground, I'm tired of the delays on reconstruction, I'm tired of the political posturing, I'm tired of the political mileage the conservatives get out of it, I'm tired of each new video by Osama Bin Laden (seriously, isn't he supposed to be on dialysis in a cave somewhere? Shouldn't he be dead by now?), I'm tired of George Bush, I'm tired of no-fly lists, I'm tired of security theater, I'm tired of tiny bottles of shampoo in clear baggies and checking my shoes.

I'm tired of every little failure of infrastructure in this city having to have the "There was no evidence of terrorism" disclaimer, I'm tired of feeling like there's a giant bullseye painted on my hometown, I'm tired of the games played with antiterror money, I'm tired of bedwetters driving our foreign policy, I'm tired of the exceptionalism (like nobody ever had any kind of terrorist attack before).