If you’ve ever had that feeling on the F train that someone was scoping you out and taking notes, you might not need Lexapro afterall: it might have been The Descriptionist. Published by an anonymous Brooklynite who works in retail marketing, it’s a photo blog without photos that consists of a series of forensic-sounding 300-word descriptions of random people and their clothes. A typical entry, on a freckled woman in a skort: “On her legs were skorts. Yes, skorts. Dark brown, going past the knee slightly and from the distance looked like they were a lightweight wool blend material.” And so on. The entries have a cool, noirish quality where you half expect the subjects to get picked off at the end. But they don’t… right?
We know it’s hard to believe, but life will go on after the 2016 general election is over. Regardless of who wins (no Trumpies no Trumpies) you’ll have a life to get back to, an apartment to pay rent on and a job that’ll help you do it! Unless, that is, you don’t have a job. […]
The MTA frequently reminds you through official signs that a crowded train is not an excuse for unwanted sexual contact. While most commuters heed the message, it seems not to have gotten through to the Republican candidate for president, who is responsible for bringing a conversation about “is groping cool or nah” into the race for […]
Yes, having a bodega cat is not technically “legal,” but it’s not “legal” in the way that drinking wine in the park or bringing your dog into a bar isn’t legal, which is to say it’s an accepted form of New York life that no one minds so long as you don’t make a big […]