Exhibit #1: complete fucking douchebags on the downtown Q train to Brooklyn, 2.10.09, approx 5:40pm.
Maybe I live in some sort of alternative fucking universe...in a land called Honalee. Cause When I see a woman like the Sylvia Weinstock chick above on the subway, I immediately get my fat ass up outta my seat and give it to her. In my 8 years in NY I've met many other women like myself...but virtually no men.
Amazingly, everytime I relay this sort of subway story, every male in the room immediately says "I ALWAYS GET UP FOR OLDER WOMEN AND PREGNANT WOMEN," and yet I almost never, ever, never, EVER see it. In fact, I didn't even take a pic of the OTHER side of the subway car, where 5 (cause I counted) fat, ugly dumbass dudes were also sitting, watching this lil ole lady stand there like she's at a fucking "Under The Sea" dance waiting for one of em to give her a goddammed corsage.
[Stares]. That's all she got. Until that nice woman (blurry in the corner) got up and gave up HER seat.
So, fuck it...I'm in documentation mode now (*MissTA has inspired me).
You probably thought MTA stood for "Metro Transit Authority," but round here it stands for "Miss Transit Authority." Every couple of weeks, Nadine (aka MissTA) will take you for a ride on the rails (or, fuck it, on a bus) like you've never taken before. Whenever possible, real pics and names will be used to embarrass people, cause what do we care?
I stare at subway advertisements, hard, and get close, disturbingly close, in order to relate ideas so estranged from reality - waffle meat patty sandwiches, 'Rock of Love's' STD cocktails, Renee Zellweger - to my own. Since I quit therapy, they're useful vehicles for self-actualization.
Another Tuesday, another simple question...just cause we're nosy like that: Eventhough we're in this whole recesh thingy,are there any yuppie scumbag luxuries that you just REFUSE to live without (even if you have to use foodstamps to get em)?
Again, answer in the comments (and feel free to go stealth anon if you want some prive).