Dust off your bongs and lather up in Pathchouli essence: one of the original organizers of Woodstock is trying to hook up a supafly 40th anniversary event, and wants to set up shop right here in Prospect Park's Long Meadow:
"It's big, it's convenient. There's public transportation - and Brooklyn's cool," said Michael Lang, 64.
Sure this would be ANNOYING AS FUCK, but honestly, I vote yes. The pics alone would make a couple of days worth of dealing with self-important, old, smelly hippies almost bearable.
FIPS TRUE CONFESSIONS: I used to live in Woodstock with my hippie parents! They were a smidge too young to have joined in on all the fun in 1969, but a few years later, we were there. My nursery school was called The School of the New Moon and I got my ass dressed up in beads and hippie garb on a daily basis. I don't have so much as a shred of "hippie-ness" left in me, but it was all fun and games while it lasted.
Yo, we've got ourselves a real-life, ginuine, Park Slope Food Coop spy, and we're pretty fuckin stoked about it. In this brand new ongoing series, FIPS is gonna go deep into the heart of the belly of the most talked about/made fun of/loved/hated/debated Food Coop in the history of the universe. Needless to say, our spy is gonna keep things stealth anon (so as to avoid getting a hit taken out on her and/or having her membership status suspended).
As far is nieghborhood institutions go, I think the Park Slope Food Coop is sort of like our own Lyndon Johnson: lots of good intentions, some good actions, and a whole mess of terrible (and I'm a member).
In order to ease into things, I thought I'd start off with some FAQ's that I get asked again and again when I reveal to people that I'm a real-life member of "the motherfucking coop," as I like to call it.
When we ride, we paradoxically indulge and confront our own prejudices, flaws and superiority complexes when observing the parenting styles of people we don't know.