Look, we all hate tourists. But did you ever stop to think that those tourists also hate themselves? An interesting article in New York Mag:

A surprising number of people who kill themselves in the city come here from out of town, and many appear to come expressly to take their own lives…nonresidents accounted for 274, or 10.8 percent, of the 2,272 suicides in Manhattan during that time…The researchers didn’t look at comparable data from other cities, but, says the study’s lead author, Charles Gross, “One in ten people that commit suicide in Manhattan don’t live here. That’s a big chunk.”

…The glamour of New York can play a role. Just as the city’s glittering, outsize reputation attracts many people for happy reasons, it attracts others for tragic ones. People who are suicidal may want to die in a way that gets them attention they felt they never got when they were alive, says Herbert Hendin, a New York–based psychiatrist and the president of Suicide Prevention International. By this logic, New York can be the perfect stage.

I’ve wondered: Given those scary-ass bridges at MoMA, how long will it be until some ends it all, under the watchful glare of Monet and Twombly?

Image: Bidibidobidiboo by Maurizio Cattelan.